"Here I stand," said Martin Luther. "I can do no other."
But how could he have stood there when he didn't know where the there that he was standing was? Perhaps he should have called the Australian Workplace Authority which tells you to "Know Where You Stand". But even if they had told him where he stood, maybe they were just judging where he stood from where they stood without ever really knowing where they stood in the first place.
Perhaps they could have found out where they stood by Standing For Their Rights, along with the union who were standing in for them, but perhaps a stand off would have developed, which would certainly have been difficult to stand. It's certainly hard to come to any understanding of this issue, especially when you don't know what you're standing under, or why you're standing under it in the first place.
And then, there is always the danger that if they stood up, they would have hit their head on whatever it was that they were standing under, which would have hurt. Maybe they should have stood down, though then the problem arises, who are they standing down, and what have they done to deserve standing down? Perhaps they could have avoided responsibility by having a stand in, but that's not a possibility that many people are willing to stand for.
It's all terribly confusing, and on the whole, I'm not sure why I raised it in the first place. Bahhh! This is why I don't talk about politics.
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