If we’re going to be real for a minute, there’s a tragic, unbroken line from the warehouses of half-living bodies filling the old opium dens, to the modern streets of fenty zombies, and that line is human misery. It’s heartbreaking that with the slightest effort from a billionaire or two, they could reduce the misery somewhat, but they refuse.
Oh, for the good old days of blood flavored with opium and copious amounts of gin 🧛.
I mean, opioids aplenty out there in the world right now.
Not like someone doing the fentanyl lean is going to run.
If we’re going to be real for a minute, there’s a tragic, unbroken line from the warehouses of half-living bodies filling the old opium dens, to the modern streets of fenty zombies, and that line is human misery. It’s heartbreaking that with the slightest effort from a billionaire or two, they could reduce the misery somewhat, but they refuse.