Thanks for asking. The legitimacy of our rule of law is crumbling under the violent malfeasance of cops and the open lawlessness of the rich, our schools are becoming a lesser imitation of our world-beating prison industrial complex, and our social fabric has long since been torn to bits by culture wars and fear mongering corporate media, to name only a few matters that trouble the hearts of my countrymen on a daily basis. Things are very obviously too serious for satire, and yet protesting seems as likely to ruin or end your life as it is to get a lukewarm empty gesture from our leaders at best. The most fortunate of us, which I gratefully count myself and my family among, have the means to simply leave. Absent a general strike and a series of sweeping and well considered social, political, and economic reforms, that is the best most of us can hope for.
That is all to say that many Americans are in no position to find comfort in the balm of humour. They have my pity, and I think of them as I pour out a cup of crude oil, in memory of my fallen homies.
Thanks for asking. The legitimacy of our rule of law is crumbling under the violent malfeasance of cops and the open lawlessness of the rich, our schools are becoming a lesser imitation of our world-beating prison industrial complex, and our social fabric has long since been torn to bits by culture wars and fear mongering corporate media, to name only a few matters that trouble the hearts of my countrymen on a daily basis. Things are very obviously too serious for satire, and yet protesting seems as likely to ruin or end your life as it is to get a lukewarm empty gesture from our leaders at best. The most fortunate of us, which I gratefully count myself and my family among, have the means to simply leave. Absent a general strike and a series of sweeping and well considered social, political, and economic reforms, that is the best most of us can hope for.
That is all to say that many Americans are in no position to find comfort in the balm of humour. They have my pity, and I think of them as I pour out a cup of crude oil, in memory of my fallen homies.