I was doing show prep("everybody that disagrees with me is a Marxist"; "everybody I don't like is a Marxist"), and I was rather slowly between doing some sundry exercises, and bringing myself to the sweet release of orgasm.
"Cops and Country Music". Motherfuck that noise, I was thinking, yearning to go full Antifa on my own colleagues in the brainstorming session, full-in, full-on.
"Yall aint got no compassion".
"How many of yall are card-carrying party members?" I've never before seen so many white people(that weren't the BeeGees) trying to carry a beat.
How do I defend a theorem I don't believe in? How do I progress through the talking points without sounding like I'm reading stereo instructions?
I believe in Tim Scott's America of Opportunity, and that in the age of social media transactions, selling nude photos to strangers, and all, and everybody is an author, everybody is a musician, and everybody is a painter: no room for Loflin Dahl in the mix, and I say again:
Motherfuck that noise.
But I don't need 25 million in the bank; I'm not greedy. How about the 1950s American Dream of living in a suburban white neighborhood, with one garage stall, a push mower for a smallish yard, maybe a few flowers out front, only one or two tv screens in the house and a good-ish department store sound system, not the discount store slumjobs that we are being force fed.
Clearly, with the rise of the discount places, the economy is not keeping up, and people are getting left behind: so many are still making the old minimum, maybe, or near the old minimum, and they are having to slum it.
Maybe that's all Bidenomics is: the evil that men do, when you only buy eggs at the very cheapest prices, but you pay 1200 for an iPhone.
Its such that the European dream of Socialism ends in bankruptcy and disillusionment, in which people no longer strive for anything, but to point in contempt across the sea and the real motive power of the world.
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