I’m so tired. Depleted. Spent. 

It’s not depression, I don’t think. I’ve had that before. Anxiety maybe. Worries for the future. Terror for what’s to come. 

In seven days, they’re swearing in the anti-christ. Apparently they’ve forgotten what he was like before. They believed his lies, his false promises. 

Listen folks, your precious eggs will be affordable when I’m king. No need to fear when I’m running the land. I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to worry again. 

Believe. 

Believe the algorithm that tells you exactly what you want to hear. 

Believe the billionaire nazi stressing his Xtreme propaganda in every tweet. Buying the king’s ear with what equates to pocket change for him, and an amount of currency the majority of humanity will never conceive of having in their lifetimes. In a dozen lifetimes. 

Believe that everyone else is just as racist as you are. 

Believe that women are a lesser species who deserve to be controlled, and trans-people are sub-human.

Believe it because a grifting billionaire wants you to look over there while he and his co-conspirators dive deep into your already barren pockets and suck every last dollar from you, leaving no penny ungrabbed, no matter how hard you worked for it. No matter how many people you have to support. 

Believe that he’s going to save us all. 

What’s that?

He has already gone back on the price of eggs? He can’t fix inflation? Was never even going to try?

But that’s okay. He’s a genius! He has a plan! He’ll own those libs, who want to shove their empathy down our throats. 

What do you mean he loves the poorly educated? That he wants to defund schools? My children go to those schools. Who is going to watch them while I work three jobs?

It doesn’t matter. He’ll look out for us! He promised!

Just like he promised Covid would be over in a few short months. 

He promised you didn’t need a vaccine, and thousands died as a result. 

He promised to cut taxes. 

Well, he kept that last promise, he just cut them for his rich buddies, not the struggling plebs at the bottom. 

We are just a source of income for him. 

Fawning at the feet of the great fleecer because he made us believe he was the better option. 

Well, some of us. 

Millions of us saw the writing on the wall, and did our level best to keep evil out. To fight fascism. 

But apathy won. 

Ignorance and propaganda won. 

Billionaires won.

And they continue to want us to fight each other. 

To hate on minorities and immigrants. 

To look away when they’re destroying everything to feed the endless maw, the sentient black-hole of never enough that is the oligarchs lust for power and wealth.

And what is left in the end?

What becomes of all of us when they’ve had their fill, because we all know they will never have their fill.

They will build palaces from the cities they have leveled, using our bones as their walls, and we will let them. 

Because we have no choice now. 

Because we’re so tired. 

They’ve taken everything from us. 

How nice it would be to take something back.