If you are lucky enough to not have to wear a tie to work (the ultimate symbol of servitude as it offers your superiors easy access to strangle you), you are still unlucky enough to have to work at all.
Groomed to be a cog in the industrial-military-entertainment complex that is the amurikin workforce, the carrot of glittering things and the possibility of having a few years at the end of it all in which to try to recover only to have any savings wiped out by the medical establishment seems to be the lot of most everyone.
The few lucky ones to escape through disfiguring disabilities or dependence upon other unfortunate taxpayers can look forward to a life punctuated by daytime network television and daily (if you're lucky) diaper changes.
Doomed. So very doomed!
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