I want to write another manifesto, but its 90 degrees and I am shot.
Jokingly we laugh about the idea of slow poison through the chair our overlords throne upon, or mock the idea that a person can leave their job for weeks and not be missed, when an afternoon with out one of us sends shock waves through the system.
My coworker spoke of how our situation is the perfect microcosm of the larger societal bullshit.
While the lord reaps the benefits he asks the serfs to produce more with less by punishment of eviction or lay off.
Hard to comprehend how things could get so bad... or how people's minds and hearts harden so easily.
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