They don’t give a fuck about you.
You are less than dog shit to them.
They don’t want to make your life better.
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Binthinkin@kbin.social 9 months ago
I think leaders and elites are so out of touch they know nothing about us and have to rely on bad data to try and decipher what we want but wind up not being smart enough to just listen to our complaints.
MrPoopbutt@lemmy.world 9 months ago
Mubelotix@jlai.lu 9 months ago
Bold of you to assume the interests of the people intersect with the interests of rulers
jeremyparker@programming.dev 9 months ago
None of the rules and restrictions that they impose on us will ever impact them or anyone in their families, political power is just about maintaining and increasing political power. If we ever get any protections or services it’s just because doing so will enable them to get reelected.
I don’t think most people understand how politicians live - every room they go into, everyone in the room is suddenly their servant; they live every moment surrounded by sycophants who are making a career out of preventing access to you. There are a handful of people that have more power than you, but you hardly ever encounter them. A few months of that would change anyone - imagine living years like that?
One day, someone taps you on the shoulder; it’s some dirty 20 something who doesn’t even know what wagu steak is, much less why you shouldn’t be interrupted while it’s still hot.
What the fuck do you want, kid?
I’m up to my ears in medical bills, is there anything you can do about socializing our healthcare?
You look around the table apologetically at the people you’re eating with, three of whom work for health care companies. They don’t say, “that would destroy our line-goes-up” or “any normal job will get this kid health insurance, he just doesn’t want to work.” They don’t say anything. They just roll their eyes and flash a sheepish, such an embarrassment kind of look.
Now’s not a great time, ok? But call my office and we’ll set something up.
But there never really is a good time, is there? You turn back to your plate, your beef is still mostly hot, and don’t bother giving the kid your number. You forget the kid a moment later and don’t think of him again until years later. What ever happened to that kid? I hope he figured out his debt problem.