I am really struggling here.

[OldBaldy1701E]

There is so much of me that wants to post a long screed about just how horrifying it is that many of us are going to die while our 'betters' are sitting around safe in their expensive homes casually discussing things, like this is some kind of chess game.

But, why bother writing that? No one will care about it, and when (not 'if', unfortunately) those animals start literally mowing down anyone they want to in the street, they will just redirect the discussion and continue to sit safely (mostly because these types generally don't go out in 'the streets').

It makes me want to throw up.

People like me are 'expendable'. We are just fodder. We are not rich, we are not leaders of the economy, we are just peons. Thanks to the societal rigging that was done over the past sixty years or so, we won't ever become anything but peons. And now, we are moving targets. Which is fine with those in power, I guess. I mean, other than threats of 'action' by using a system that was corrupted and tweaked to favor the very people we are trying to use said system against, we don't seem too willing to put a stop to this.

Because it has not stopped yet. It has only gotten worse. And, our leaders? They are talking. And talking. And talking.

Until it happens to someone of 'merit', we are doomed to die in droves while our 'masters' hold meetings and urge 'caution'.

How marvelous.