I mean, I've struggled for a long time with my anger about this.
I watched my grandfather work himself to death, get gifted by company execs, and when his health was too expensive for his retirement, he chose to die so my grandma could live on.
I watched my mom work herself into physical disability, a single mom under 400k in student loans, a nurse, will never be able to retire.
I watch them bail out the wealthy, the corporations. I watch them lowball their taxes while they exploit my people for their own benefit.
I hate them. I hate them so fucking much, these exploiters. I hate them so fucking much, I want to watch them die. I want to go after them, after their families. I want to watch Americans everywhere hunt them like animals until they die in fear. I want them to fear my people until they do not dare to exploit them.
I really struggle with the concept that somehow this outrage and my desire to vent it is wrong, that I'm somehow supposed to meekly accept this injustice, this indescribable break with what is right and just, what we are taught as children about fairness and equality. I would rather watch it all burn, rather die fighting like an animal.
I feel silly and lame. Like such an edge lord, in my 30's, writing out adolescent anger. Yet I don't see any end in sight. I don't see anyone noticing or taking steps to deal with it. It just builds and builds, every opportunity to stick it to the American people becomes just another opportunity to exploit us and test just what we put up with. How long until the last straw breaks the camel's back? How long until we are free and equal? Will my mom die like my grandfather? Will I?