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be able to afford another; in a bit, I will head off to my PT job where I will shuffle around the work product so some can reap the benefits of belonging to their "club" that I am not eligible to join. I probably could search for a FT slot in another club, though being of a certain chronological status, my application to join will probably end up in a circular file. (An applicant I know was only recently told the employer was looking for someone to stay "forever.") By the time I'm eligible to collect my "insurance" and the reduced benefits of a bloody insurance company, coverage will have been reduced to an amount that won't provide for my eventually terminal needs. So, kiss off being an informed aware citizen, it won't matter.
Still breathing, should I lean on my children, a government dole, or some dupe who will hire me into a low-skilled position out of empathy and compassion (or is it they will get a tax break, charitable or not?) for the uncertified skills I've used for the past 40 years (I afforded a 2-yr degree without school loan debt, and that's another story in futility of effort.) while they slowly stole my ability to be an independent contributing gainfully employed citizen who once owned a home, once had a decent FT job, managed to raise children who are employed and struggling with finding a way to avoid the burglars of their souls too. Shall I ditch my not-always loving spouse at some point to move forward alone in this struggle; change your lover/change your life?
I have contemplated self-sacrifice on their altar of greed, but I can't say that would change things. Should we organize and gather, all the better to become targets for shipping to their institutions much as Holocust victims were forced to self-identify and congregate, or hide out below their scrutinous Orwellian surveillance?
When they're done with us, the real "eaters" will come for the lowest level left or those they can villify into less than humans.
I say, just shoot me (us) now and get it over with; let the carnage move higher - the outrage will last a whole 20 minutes - then business as usual.
I hear your angish in planning a path for the remainder of your life; I'm having the same trouble.
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