Another Happy Landing

So stupid when a piece of fiction impacts your identity. Like ok bitcj. It worked. Now what.

When politicians say "we gotta appeal to the working class" you have to keep in mind that in their imaginations, the working-class person is basically a form of ogre-like creature whose existence consists of backbreaking manual labor and seething with Every Single Bigotry.

When he clocks out at The Factory, where he manually builds entire fridges from scratch using only raw materials, he has three interests: Car, The Pub and Sports. He desperately wants to vote for a center-left party but just can't bring himself to do it when they actually do something left-wing.

feeling your brain latch onto the stupidest shit ever and not being able to do anything about it is a kind of saw trap