Sometimes I wish I had the kind of mind that didn't question, the kind of intellect that wasn't curious, the sort of life that could just go plodding on doing the same things over and over, happy with the same sad results again and again.
Happy that my grandchildren are hopping out of the frying pan and into the fire, having babies and struggling on in low paying jobs that will never allow them to change anything.
Happy to follow the rules whatever they are and never question their efficacy.
Doing whatever the rules allow even if it is hazardous to my health and the health of others.
Raising children for the slaughter.
Feeding the monsters at the top with quiet docility.
The human herd is a desperately sad thing to be part of.
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