You bolt awake on a couch in a basement:
“Pursuit of Happiness” by Kid Cudi is blaring in another room. The year is 2010. You’re at a house party.
“I told you this gas station spice was crazy!” your friend Hunter tells you.
If you let the same guy rob you at gunpoint every day for 50 years because he promised he was “just keeping it safe” and would give it all back later.
Then one day you see him robbing your adult kids at gunpoint. Do you:
A: Realize this is insane.
B: Yell at your kids to stop complaining and just give him the money so he can pay you back.
This post definitely is not about Social Security.
“Have you even read Marx?”
A. Yes.
B. Even if I hadn’t, the idea that someone has to read thousands of pages of bullshit before they’re allowed to determine it’s bullshit is retarded.
If I write a 3,000-page book explaining why slamming your dick in a car door cures cancer, nobody is obligated to read the whole thing to conclude I’m a fucking moron.