

Jesus Christ, yes, I am a comfort hunter. You think I get up at the ass crack of dawn every day for fun? You think I want to push buttons on a computer all day because I’m just weirdly into it?
No! I do this shit because I have to!
Fucking hell. I’ve already accepted that I have to make your company money if I want to live in a house. For the love of all that is good in this world, PLEASE do not make me pretend to like it. I’m already weirded out that you’re so into it.
“Raising taxes on people who have more wealth than they could spend in a hundred lifetimes is the same as murder.”
I cannot empathize with anyone who says that shit with a straight face. You’ve either abandoned any principles you may have had to spew propaganda, or are so completely delusional that you actually believe it.