I don’t understand the endgame here. Are we just supposed to die at some point after maxing out debts to purchase a place to sleep? Am I to be ground up into a fine paste with all my neighbors and poured down into an apartment through the ceiling to maximize human per cubic inch? Isn’t this an extremely pressing crisis that must be addressed aggressively and immediately?
Endgame is a serious housing crash, I think. Or maybe some pretty draconian legislation on who is allowed to own residential property, how much, and for what purpose, i.e. serious regulations on landlords. Hopefully the latter.
I don’t understand the endgame here. Are we just supposed to die at some point after maxing out debts to purchase a place to sleep? Am I to be ground up into a fine paste with all my neighbors and poured down into an apartment through the ceiling to maximize human per cubic inch? Isn’t this an extremely pressing crisis that must be addressed aggressively and immediately?
I don’t think there is an end game. Just short term thinking without forethought of the consequences.
Yeah people think someone is at the wheel… when in reality it’s a few narcissistic children taking turns nudging the bus controls.
Endgame is a serious housing crash, I think. Or maybe some pretty draconian legislation on who is allowed to own residential property, how much, and for what purpose, i.e. serious regulations on landlords. Hopefully the latter.