you should just kill yourself because you’ll wish you were dead by the time this is over

you’re a crisis mgmt wet dream

they’re going to find anyone you’ve wronged, and that’s just the moves you’ll see coming


then there’s the lone-wolves who pop up in history to take out the trash, radical book in their pocket

your ideas will be overshadowed by the infamy of your assassin

you really don’t want us to live do you?

Not a lie
Not like this

We grow coercion instead of communities. Municipalities have become monetized to the point that the life is being squeezed out of our cities.

Town squares are strangled

Big-box stores replace small businesses, now replaced themselves by online behemoths.

Our commons are auctioned to the highest bidder in the pattern of empire cannibalizing itself inward

the banana republic

We are owned. Our stories are owned. Our history is owned.

Our culture is licensed and optioned back to us on a subscription basis.