"I'm glad you want to get your message out there and I'm sure we can facilitate a conversation where we could both come to an agreement and we could settle out differences" - The mindless, government fed drone murmurs behind a mask. Her all black riot gear gives her a sense of belonging and a feeling she's never felt before; excitement. She's playing the fool and playing pretend. To her this is all just Instagram. The lines she spews are filth, fed to her by the State. The comebacks, the retortic, the drilling and droning of daily "sensitivity" training. Surrounded by the collective, a lone woman makes a stand. It's the middle of the night and there they are again. She goes down and she speaks to strangers from a foreign land. She tries to speak some sense into them and they say, "excuse me ma'am, you need to put on your mask" as she is entirely surrounded by drones. This is the future. This is now. What the ever. Loving....Jesus Christ Almighty, happened? Get a job. Live your life. And please, for all of us: grow up.

Sincerely,

US