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"I work 60 hours most weeks.
And somehow, I still feel like I’m struggling to get by.
At some point you have to ask yourself:
What’s the point of working this hard if you never get to enjoy your life?
Something needs to change."
This sort of thing happened in France, 1789, and a few more times over the next century.
Something, something, three skipped meals away from revolution.
Nah, three skipped meals before you rat out your neighbor for a piece of the leftovers scraped off the plate of the rich.
You want a revolution that doesn’t become warlords, you need education and organization.
Three more busted sewage lines away from total societal collapse.