I was at the Pro-Billionaire march, unironically. Here's why, what happened there, and how I think it went.

Me on the far left. From WSJ.

I. Why?

There's a genre of horror movie where a normal protagonist is going through a normal day in a normal life. Ten minutes into the movie his friends bring out a struggling kidnap victim to slaughter, and they look at him like this is just a normal Tuesday and he slowly realizes that either he's surrounded by complete psychopaths or the world is absolutely fucked up in some way he never imagined, and somehow this has been lost on him up until this point in his life. This kinda thing happens to me more than I’d like to admit, but normally it's in a metaphorical way. Normally.

Sometimes I’m at the goth club, fighting back The Depression (and winning tyvm), and I’ll be involved in a conversation that veers into:

Goth 1: Man, life's tough right now.

Goth 2: I can’t believe we’re still letting billionaires live.

Goth 3: Seriously, how corrupt is our government that we haven’t rounded them all up yet?

Goth 1: Maybe we should kill them ourselves.

Goth 2 [...]

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