Isn’t this one of those sayings that has been reversed over the years? Wasn’t it originally to mean that misery spreads misery? Though maybe I think that because some abuse it as a, “smile more” type of vapid advice.
As someone who has thought similar to this in the past I would say it’s more about no longer worrying about things like how am I going to pay for a place to live, a car or other transportation, or caring for others with no job. I can imagine things may look better to them if someone hit the reset button on the world since they may have more of an opportunity to survive in the new world than in the current one.
I’m troubled by the suspicion many people I dislike have personal bunkers with plenty supplies, while those I care about don’t. That’s a big L for me, and W for persons I hate.
I think the most important point of such preparations is scrolling through kitsch art albums for these idiots have a negative value of taste. I imagine myself with a makeshift nailgun and a molotov observing another room and just losing my mind who the fuck could even want that shit in the first place. That leaves me pretty vulnerable and my revolt doomed.
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