• IDriveWhileTired@lemmy.world
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    1 year ago

    Congratulations, my “working class” friend, for your rant!

    Hope you got the kick you needed out of insulting someone, as if you knew me, where I am from and what I am talking about, like probably you do regularly on social media.

    Meanwhile, let the grown ups do the dirty work, so you can say your Tesla is the way to go. I am glad my existence makes your arrogance possible. Sleep well. There is no reasoning with obtuse.

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      1 year ago

      SSSSSSSSsssss…

      crack crack CRACK!

      The rest of us are over here breaking the windows and smashing the vent while you’re too busy getting angry at us for disturbing your work to notice you’re delusional from lack of oxygen, and about to pass out.

      SSSSSSSsssss…

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        1 year ago

        I know. Grownups are having to fix everything those pesky kids keep braking, in order to keep them in their sheltered existence. But hey, maybe someday those kind will learn how to think. Who knows? We keep trying to educate them.

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          CRACK! And now that window shatters.

          So you now admit you’re helping the ruling class murder us. Well, that’s one way to finally be honest.

          The rest of the intelligent people climb out the window

          Here’s the kicker though: while you’re helping them trap us inside the room slowly filling with poison gas, remember they never gave you an oxygen tank. They’re killing you, too.

          And I flip you the bird as I, too, climb out of that window.

          Can you hear that? Men with guns are stomping as they rush to the room, only they’re not there to stop us and save you. They’re there to kill you and pursue us.