I punched a guy in the face with a gallon of milk. I really do need to get out of here.
Thing is, they've taken my income. They've given me debt. They've stolen this year from me. If I go back to work legitimately it will take me a year to work off this debt if I put my nose to the grindstone and don't do ANYTHING else.
I am ready for battle. I want to cut these motherfuckers heads off and keep them. I'm never paying taxes again.
thats a good place to start, anger.
Before the fakefuckvirus, I was in dire straights, I lived in a hotel, medical issues were arising from my diet of barely anything, I almost starved.
I was lucky enough to get set up again, through the grindstone you described, just in time to see the world fall apart.
If this has happened to you, at this stage, you are only a danger to yourself, not the collective (((them))), because you have had your AGENCY stolen, truly this has happened, just as you describe. So yes you want to fight but you are in no condition to do so. Resist that psychotic urge that is probably warranted and play the game. The drill sarge WANTS you to quit. Never give them the satisfaction, because let me tell you something, the anger will still be there once you are back on your feet, and you will be better positioned to do something about it. That, is the winning move and that is why it is so heavily discouraged.
This is not just being done to you. It is being done to all of our countrymen, one at a time. That's because this is war.
edit: kudos on the milk punch, thats sounds hilarious.
I'm not in fighting shape right now. I'll give you that. But the idea of biding time enrages me.
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