Imagine it. Its 2023 and the worst Economic Crisis™©® in human history shows no sign of ending. Covid-19 and its annual mutations have been wreaking havoc on humanity, reinfecting workers season after season, spiralling into cumulative lung damage. The "thanks" of those who don't have to work for a living is no longer enough for them, and tensions are high across the board as *everyone* regardless of social class struggles to weigh risks against opportunities, with some of the most vulnerable people having lived in maddening isolation for years.
The reality that beating covid-19 means finding a countermeasure for coronaviruses *in general* - including the common cold - is finally starting to dawn on even normies as years roll by without vaccines.
The jobless shuffle on in a haze of disappointment, poverty and purposelessness while societal powers still cling to the phantasm of the almighty economy, insisting that somehow, this numbers-based closed system that reacts to the whims of the worst scum of humanity is going to provide the basis of an exit from the situation.
After years of prudent decisions, finally, you've lost your job. Dread washes over you. Even with so many fewer people, jobs are still hard to come by, and you didn't win the unpredictable lottery of happening to be already trained in a relatively secure line of work.
You're offered three choices:
1: Lick boot and beg for work.
2: Lick boot and beg for handouts.
3: Accept the help, with nothing asked in return, of a growing group of peaceful ideologues who will set you up with everything your household needs for perpetual, basic self sufficiency, without so much as demanding you listen to a lecture in return.
What would you choose?
The reality that beating covid-19 means finding a countermeasure for coronaviruses *in general* - including the common cold - is finally starting to dawn on even normies as years roll by without vaccines.
The jobless shuffle on in a haze of disappointment, poverty and purposelessness while societal powers still cling to the phantasm of the almighty economy, insisting that somehow, this numbers-based closed system that reacts to the whims of the worst scum of humanity is going to provide the basis of an exit from the situation.
After years of prudent decisions, finally, you've lost your job. Dread washes over you. Even with so many fewer people, jobs are still hard to come by, and you didn't win the unpredictable lottery of happening to be already trained in a relatively secure line of work.
You're offered three choices:
1: Lick boot and beg for work.
2: Lick boot and beg for handouts.
3: Accept the help, with nothing asked in return, of a growing group of peaceful ideologues who will set you up with everything your household needs for perpetual, basic self sufficiency, without so much as demanding you listen to a lecture in return.
What would you choose?
