“So, Paul, you need to stop beating around the bush and tell us how you really feel. It’s not good for you to keep your emotions bottled up like this…”
Look, if we were medieval serfs living out short, savage, despicable lives in squalor, disease, and hunger while the royalty dined on gold plates and owned 99% of the wealth… Wait, bad analogy. Or good, depending on what you’re trying to prove.
But we’re not serfs. We know it can be better! We know what glorious and wonderful things we’re capable of when were not being fucked over by the politicians and plutocrats.
First of all, we can go to, well…Pluto.
Unfortunately, we can’t send the plutocrats. Two birds with one stone and all of that.
But what we can do, and are doing, is the absolute fucking impossible:
It’s the contrast that’s the killer. If we can use a rocket to send a satellite into orbit and then turn it around, flying it back to the landing site like a Mach 3 lawn dart, then why do we have a pathologically lying psychotic President who couldn’t pass a 5th grade history test?
I want to live in Elon’s reality, not Trump’s total lack of reality.
