I watch the clock every day. I count down the hours, the minutes, the seconds, to my freedom. I can’t help it. I didn’t choose to have to donate a vast majority of my labor in exchange for the ability to eke out a meager existence. I suppose my existence isn’t as meager as some, or even many, but nonetheless I’m not a millionaire.
Xi Jinping is a huge piece of shit. I looked up his net worth, and apparently he’s worth around $1.2 billion. How exactly does a political leader accrue $1.2 billion in worth without being incredibly corrupt? Well, that’s the answer, isn’t it? They don’t. He’s just incredibly corrupt. Just like Vladimir Putin. There are clandestine estimates of Putin’s worth that suggest he could be worth as much as $200 billion. That’s orders of magnitude more than you’d expect a government official to ever be capable of, at least without being one of the most corrupt men alive. You can see where I’m going with this, hopefully.
How about we compare the net worth of Joe Biden to these other leaders? There are estimates placing Joe Biden at a net worth of $9 million. Does that scream corruption? Absolutely, but orders of magnitude less than these other assholes. Putin and Jin Ping make Biden look like a fucking saint by comparison.
Man, I wish I were as immoral and horrible as these corrupt assholes. I’d probably be pulling seven figures a month if I were. Instead I’m subjected to the plebian rat race to the bottom. Destroy your mind, body, and soul, to feed the capitalism zeitgeist. Only know true freedom when you’re so broken and dependent on the system but totally useless to it, and so you never know what it means to be truly content with your place in life. You’re always struggling to figure out where you fit, when in reality you’re not the broken one, the system is broken. There are no fixes incoming. There is no hope. Do not pass “go”. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Go straight to jail. Become complacent with servitude. Do the bare minimum to appease those who skim the value of your labor. You are a lab rat in a maze, prodded by scientists, plodding along to your own demise. Truly, there are no good reasons to be a good person in the world as it is. The world is not a good place, and there aren’t enough good humans to offset the vile ones.
I’m just stuck in my head today. It’s basically Monday. The first day back to work is always the worst. I don’t even have it that bad. I guess it’s a consolation prize, but I guess a consolation prize is better than a booby prize. Maybe. Or are they one in the same? I can’t tell anymore.
At least I have someone to spend the rest of my life with. Even if I can’t fix the world, I can make my own microcosm infinitely better with having the best partner ever. We won’t change the world, but we can focus on ourselves and leave the world set to rot without us.