A rare moment of honesty

The reality if you’re working class in America; we’re all one really bad day and a few less people caring about us from being homeless.

I mean what are we supposed to do?

I’m working class. I live paycheck to paycheck. I don’t have much charisma. I do my best to raise awareness among my peers, with little success. I voted. I support organizing, but unless the strike happens on a weekend I’ll be looking at homelessness.

I’m thinking of just going blackout on media, because the constant barrage of the encroaching fascism has wreaked my mental health. I know where this is all heading, and I feel powerless to stop it. I’m a victim of the whims of history. Does that play into the fascist hands? Absolutely. What the fuck else am I supposed to do? Throw my life away in a suicidal attempt at positive change that has a incredibly small chance of success? I need to have a few less things to lose before I’m at that point.

I see people all over social media asking, why aren’t you doing anything? Where’s our next Luigi? Acting like their provocative online discourse makes them into some revolutionary badass. Well… what the fuck are you doing?