Oh I agree. I can see it. Most of us are slaves slaving our lives away until our turn comes for the slaughter. None of our lives matter not even the rich and the kings. We are fucking dust to be forgotten in the sands of time.

I am in the bottom one percent of humanity. I am the mutilated, deformed, weak, sickly, filthy toilet-and floor-scrubbing, 5-dollars-a day, desperate, despised, ignored. No wonder the well-to-do’s fight to force people like me to live, denying us all opportunities of humane assisted death. They’ve got to have their living slaves. They need their toilet-scrubbers. They need their deformed to look down upon and feel superior and entitled.

Another reason I get pissed at the rich is this. They act like they “earned” it. They didn’t fucking earn it they were born into it. They might even have been born poor but they were born healthy enough and smart enough and were given the opportunities to succeed. People in the bottom level like me were born sick or retarded or too poor or too ugly or whatever it was. It really is the dog eat dog, survival of the fittest. A game I’ve been forced to play but never wanted to.