The Final Limit.

We live in a world where, we can’t even have the women we want, always told “it’s against the rules”.

We can’t even cherish the old memory of Star Wars, without George Lucas putting “digitally remastered new updates” that ruin our old memory. If we can’t have our memories of Star Wars untainted we don’t have anything.

We got people coming in flooding us demanding that we obey Sharia law.

Then we got feminists and libs policing our words, behavoirs and actions, telling us not to lust towards women or ever use an insult in an argument.

And we can’t go two seconds online without encountering some rude asshole who ruins our whole day.

And we don’t even have the choice to vote for a president anymore.
And if we try to point out that our president is a criminal, she simply assassinates us.

And we don’t even have the right to clean drinking water, and if we complain they say flouride is good. If we complain about toxic pesticides they say pesticides are good. If we complain about war they say war is good for the economy.

And we can’t even have the voices in our heads agree on anything or know which one is which in order to of even guarantee they will hold their promises anymore.

We just wake up in Sheol, go to sleep in Sheol, and this is our lives, and we’re supposed to accept it.

This was never our idea of what our life would be when we were young.

When is the fucking limit? When do we say enough is enough? It is time for the people, to rise.