The oppressors are everywhere. The physical oppressors w/
sticksbatons, guns, tanks & choppers,
& those merely assaulting your senses. Can we not walk down the fucking street w/o bullshit being paraded before us? It's bad enough paying attention to humanoids on the street to avoid physical contact. (This interesting phobia predates the plague.) At least in
Blade Runner* the sheep were being shipped off-world.
It appeared unattended; had it been dark I'd've pulled up some cobblestones & whacked as many LEDs as possible.
Feel free to call them & tell them to fuck off. Number's on the door.
*Which has already taken place. 1992 in the first edition of the book, 2021 in later editions, 2019 in the movie.
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