Literalist: The glass contains about 50% water.

Nihilist: The glass doesn’t matter.

Anarchist: The glass is now full of piss.

Absurdist: the glass is now upside-down without spilling the water.

Me: I don’t know who’s glass this is so it’s going in the sink.

And set them on fire when they can’t work in the gulag anymore.

Welcome to America, where you are free to fuck off and die. Here’s your bill.

Accurate. Allegedly.

Poverty. Not for lack of resources or ability, but for lack of will.

Switch to powder, your wallet will thank you.

Nothing. I won’t stop voting, but I’m old, tired, poor, mentally ill, and have been looking forward to the sweet oblivion of death since I was a small child. What about the country or planet is happening to make the future look bright to anyone, much less me? At best it’s all just meaningless noise.

Have you tried weed?

That life would be better as an adult.

Rap.

Accept the fact that nothing matters, obviously.