I was attacked by parasites on the way to work last week. Twice. At the same intersection. I was driving my car, which I had paid for. It was running on gas I had paid for. I was on a road that I had paid for. Stopping my progress was a pole with blinking lights to block me from driving across the tracks. After a few moments a string of railroad cars marked “Metro” breezed by with merry abandon. What irritates me is that I was also paying for the pole, tracks and cars. The people riding were paying only a portion of the cost. I was paying the rest in my taxes. And they were stopping me from getting to the place where I earn the money for them to steal.
And then, before we could get moving, it happened again. This time from the other direction.
Don’t they realize that if I don’t get to work I won’t pay taxes and they won’t have anything to steal? Who will pay the generous wages to the conductors then?
The definition of a parasite has two elements. The first is that they live off of another organism. The second is that they give nothing back. I am the host. They are the parasites.
I hope to get back at them by retiring and moving out of state. Until then I will grit my teeth and soldier on.
homo unius libri
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