Thing is though, in slavia there are no mohammads or abdullahs or motumbos to take the gibs, theres just the worker underclass and the political neo-boyar noble class. The oligarchs, you might be tempted to think, but the oligarchs are the nobility of the nobility and I am all the god damned motherfucking way down, having nothing, being no one. Closest any of my family had to status was my great grandad being a commie tax collector during collectivization, and you know what he did? He had empathy, so he let all the poorfags have food instead of making his family hella rich under the red flag. His son, my grandad, was a redfag in name only. Christian, and almost rebelliously so, intentionally marching out of party step to make his specific slav tribe identity known. My dad participated in the decay of our slavic union, but due to his human traits failed to make it big. So here I am. Heir to nothing but the burden of expectations. I'm supposed to make up for their failures in a planned economy where they were set up to win in a "free" economy where I'm set up to lose, because I'm "smart" and so on.
I just want to go to fucking sleep 14 hours per day and nap 4 hours more, while preferably having some sort of a narcolepsy welfare cheque to cover my living expenses.
Yeah. I know. My self pity disgusts me as well. The disgust doesn't help, though.