Our bodies are being used for evil

Not like my Sunday school teacher said

Hiii, I had pizza for breakfast, I hope you had a good breakfast too. Today I’m sharing my feelings about the inauguration. Onto the news…

News that made me quote my Sunday school teacher

I vehemently didn’t want to write about the inauguration because I felt like there were multitudes of people who would have a smarter and funnier analysis of the event. No, there is nothing funny about a fascist being sworn into office but the internet never surprises me with its capacity for dark humor.

However, yesterday as I lay awake in bed, all I could think about was Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, and Jeff Bezos attending the inauguration. I know thinking about these slimy faces will keep anyone awake for eons. Maybe instead of ingesting adderall to survive finals week students now place the photos of tweedle dumb, tweedle dumber, and tweedle dumberer in their view at all times to scare them into awakeness. I never took adderall in my college years because I’m naturally gifted with insomnia. Finals week was everyone living my daily life minus the lack of showering.

Nonetheless, I was thinking about the three fascist musketeers because despite all their efforts to trick all of us into thinking their genius is why they are wealthy, they stand on the shoulders of nearly 2 million workers. These three men are stealing the labor of thousands of souls so they can stand next to a foul mouthed racist. Without these workers Elon Musk would have his old jaw, Jeff Bezos would never have gone to space in a penis-shaped spaceship, and Zuckerberg would have to buy his accessories from Claire’s like the rest of us. I know I’m being petty but sometimes pettiness is all I have left after the rage has burnt through my soul.

The rage burning through my soul is driven by the thought that our labor is being used by our oppressors to further oppress us. Which means every single time we wake up and go to work to work, we are waking up to oppress each other. It infuriates me! It’s not our choice. We are all doing this because we know if we don’t, we will be houseless or we will starve. This is forced labor! Instead of spending our time taking care of each other and loving each other we spend most of our waking moments harming each other. For those of us with insomnia, that’s a lot of waking moments.

No, I’m not being dramatic when I say we are being forced to labor. Even, the International Labor Association, a capitalist tool for propaganda defines forced labor as “all work or service which is exacted from any person under the threat of a penalty and for which the person has not offered himself or herself voluntarily." The threat of starvation and premature death from lack of basic needs is a penalty and a threat. The sweeping of unhoused people’s encampments is a constant threat of work so that Bezos can get another penis-shaped rocket or else!

What do we do in a world of compulsory labor? We refuse. We collectively band together and refuse to use our bodies for evil. I feel like a Sunday school teacher saying use your body for good kids!

That’s it for the news but don’t go yet

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