So we can be forced under President Harris to take public transportation or drive an EV to a theater to see a movie directed by Malia Obama sitting there with tofu and cricket powder snacks and almond milk to get our social credit points ticket and come home to see our roomful of art print reproductions of the paintings of Hunter Biden. Sweating with no air conditioning allowed and hoping the four illegal aliens staying with us downstairs aren’t going to murder us overnight.
And they try to convince me this isn’t Hell.
Yes, hell.. and with Bruce Springsteen playing on loop tape.