Riding down the elevator with a coworker, Sarah. She commented on how a coworker lost like 100 lbs because he had access major healthcare coverage to get his stomach stapled. She was thrilled for him. More like, gushing about it.
He gained it back I watched the whole shitshow in slow motion. Different story...
Anyways, I said, why aren’t there celebrations of people who have never gained the weight in the first place?
She said... You can’t say that!!!
We’re still in the elevator...
Yes, Sarah. Yes I can.
Sarah died in San Fran by drinking herself to death.
You, my fren, are very effective at the Red Pill.
Like how I kept them in the elevator?
Thank you!
Ummmm, what is the point of this story?
Next up on deck. The stinky tranny boy/girl who won’t leave me alone at my desk.
What’s the point? Mostly, this is the bloat of government. Healthcare menu of services. Access to sex changes. I really don’t know what is worse. The individual, employer, bank, government? I would say a union. Fat cats.
Or maybe it’s the medical field and insurance.
And now kids are being hurt. You tell me where it ends.
This was a fucking awful read.
I’m on The Great Awakening, correct?
Yes. Take your medicine you sound crazy.
Take your medicine
I didn’t mean to delete. I said that I don’t sound crazy, the truth (to you) does.