If you’ve waited for a certain level of evidence of things being bad, you’re already too late. The last forty years is littered not just with dead canaries but dead miners.
“I would sing the songs of the working stiffs, of the short-changed Joes, the born poor, the afflicted. I would gamble with the long-shot players who light candles in the wind, and resent with the pushed-around because of race or birth. Above all, I would fight for their causes on the screens of the world.”
Frank Capra