I work and work and work and i dont thrive. I don’t get ahead. I wouldn’t even call this surviving. I’m not even alive. I’m just a dead cat bouncing off the asphalt after getting hit by yet another car on a highway.

Everyone around me just acts like this is how life should be or always has been. How disheartening to see everyone submit to such exploitative conditions. Me too, thanks.

My friends, my family, my country. They just seem crushed into a clown car, then they pretend the clown car is a mobile home and that it’s everything they’ve ever dreamed of.

I can’t even go to some mountain and withdraw from this bullshit. Someone owns the mountain and they’ll want to claim their passive income from me. Like that scene from The Truman show when the teacher pulls down the map and says “is all explored, don’t bother”. It’s all owned. Divided and conquered, just like us.

I’m sure you meant this post to be about Trump winning, but this has been my whole life. It will last throughout my life. It will persist after I am gone. At least I got the vasectomy so my kids won’t have to wage slave for the worst of us all. Like I have to.

We are stuck thinking in the world’s smallest box. Locked in the trunk, bound and gagged in a car that is planet earth.