And nobody was ready. Everyone freaked the hell out, because suddenly, it wasn't funny anymore.
We had a fat smelly orange thing in the white house.
The boat got stuck.
We had a plague.
We had an insurrection.
There are outright Nazis in the house, defending an unprovoked war in Europe.
We have nation-state piracy in the Red Sea.
This is an ugly time to be alive. But here you are, and here it is. And now you want someone to tell you what to do, how to be saved. SAVED? That was NEVER part of the bargain. Nobody is coming to save you, and nobody every promised or even suggested that they would. And what kind of agent of chaos hides in the basement the moment things get FUNNY?
There was never any promise, implicit or explicit, that you would die in bed of old age, surrounded by loved ones. Remember that. Act like it is a fact carved in stone.
Now get out there and be part of the problem.
Or kill me.