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The Magic 90's

Hi. Spent most of today with my brother and my mom, a dynamic which has changed so much since the 90's (even the Oughts, to be honest, in fact, the last 5 years, in particular, have seen them totally come around to the dark side, that is: learn to distrust the government in a daily, reflexive way. Just watched the last Dem candidate debate, (well, the last hour of it) and then stumbled on to the Johnny Depp version of Sweeny Todd, which I believe is a Tim...uh, the goth nerd director? Yeah, it is flat out insane that the goth aesthetic was so normalized. Punk rock truly has changed the culture of this world, but not nearly in any of the ways we had planned or hoped for. It's Bernie and Biden, by the way, and isn't THAT A BITCH. I will feel alot better voting for Crazy Uncle Joe (who I at least don't hate as much as HRC, but literally dreading having to vote for. 30 years ago, I would have been into it, but these days: fuck a septuagenarian white guy) if he chooses Liz, or any of the wonderful women candidates that have been pushed aside. Also, sidebar: holy shit this movie is full of great people! Alan Rickman? Dammit! Anyway, today the CDC declared (recommended, but you know what it means) that all gatherings of over 50 be restricted, and they are closing all bars and restaurants (tons have already been forced to because people have been told not to go out) "indefinitely" - this is after all the sports & arts things have been forced to shutter. So, to be clear, all that are still making money: tech firms, financial firms, pharma firms, energy firms, healthcare industry, prison system, and...government. Oh, and construction (how silly of me to forget real estate firms). To get right on the engine of the conspiracy train (Though Jesse said this the other day: "THis is how they get us") the elite have the cows scared. The cows are panicking, and mobbing stores as if they will be stranded in the Andes for a month. The media have convinced everyone to socially isolate, to stay constantly tuned in. BUt I've already seen a couple tweets echoing what I'm thinking - specifically a guy from Seattle who said "This is how they finally drive all the working class people out of seattle." But it's the creatives too, the artists and musicians, the writers and builders. It is so sad Mike. I feel like I truly understand what it felt like to watch the Nazis take over. I always wondered how people could be so easily convinced about shit they can't even see. I dunno man, this is not great. Not great at all. How long does this go on? How long will I be able to not pay rent? How will I find a damn job? Does this end with socialism, or what? I mean, it won't just be a few lazy punks without a house to rent, this is going to be fucking MILLIONS of people in my industry and all the assorted industries that go under. Do the rich really need so few of us that they can just push us onto the streets? I mean....the fuck is going on right now???

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