I see why millennials seem incarcerated by some imagined dystopian tilt-a-whirl vision of this tipsy empire about to cascade into a mad max lifestyle, sooner than later.

That aging pompass boomer, errrr-ahhhh POTUS boomer who’s job description is to be the super cheerleader to our empire appears to have shirked his responsibilities in favor of some kind of ‘ME’ identity. Makes people wonder who the fuck is he working for? E.G. following through with various sets of tariff ideas no doubt retrieved from his backside will certainly fulfill the millennial fears of running out of food, eliminating fashion (or general clothing, hey! distressed ripped jeans are back in stores baby, for R-E-A-L), having nowhere to travel, plus Do Your Own Job(DYOJ) as the singular opportunity of existence.

Yeah, I can see his 2020 slogan, ‘Not Working For You Again’.

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