What a silly little bit of childish petulance this article is. Oh, is life hard? Does economic reality hurt? Is Liz Warren the answer to your pain. What a juvenile screed, the girl who cries at the airport because economic reality set in, her priceless blog not worth the bytes it’s stored on.
Spare me your tears.
In the real world where life happens people have too much time on their hands as is, on their screens and at each others’ throats. Do you have any idea how bitter and angry society will become if everyone gets a check? It’s preposterously naive to think there’s a harmony of any kind to be had in the bloody fistfight called life. Even reading this piece (not the whole thing mind you, I’ve read different versions of it on better, less political sites) you can see the little baby is mad at life, mad at change, just wants Factory Records to return so he can purchase (though he’s probably a downloading thief) the new ‘Happy Mondays’ record.
Oh, wait, Factory Records are gone.. a billionaire… he… he…. he did it there too, he did. Maggie Ronnie Regan Thatcher!!!
Hey, Moron: the next time you write something you might want to chill on the slander and offer up some facts other than, ‘Me and we deserve all the billionaire money. F**K Trump. I love Obama. Love you, Liz.’
You lose me, but hey, I hear the ‘New Yorker’ is interested (in your onesided hate.)