
As conditions worsen, we don't ask questions of our leaders, we don't demand more from our overpaid government, we rather pay the price for their ineptitude and adapt to their avarice. Like lambs resigned to an inevitable fate, we find something to smile about on our way to the slaughter.
Like frogs in a kettle that's being heated by degrees, we keep adapting to the water as it gets hotter and die a slow death. It appears we are not uncomfortable enough with the squalor in which we live to aspire to a higher standard. We are addicted to suffering, that's why we can smile about it.
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