There’s only two ways out of the terrible conundrum we’re in. One, we take the money we need to invest in saving our civilisation back from capital, who’s only hoarding it anyways, except when it’s spending it on dumb, foolish, grotesque vanity projects like dong-shaped rockets to space while millions die here on earth.
Or two, this is how it ends.
This jaw-dropping dystopia. The one made of dong-shaped rockets soaring over mass graves. Of megafires and megafloods. The one where a planet’s boiled and burning and starving and drowning, as the only life we know of anywhere in the universe is annihilated, including plenty of us.
Those are the choices, my friend. The only ones, really. I guess the only question left is: which one are you helping to make happen?