Are You A Sufferer From Babylon Pressure?

I sure as hell am. It's as if I lived right in Sufferers Heights.Sadly, it appears the only completely certain cure for sufferation, existential agony & the like is death. Please, "concerned" jerks, don't call the police because I'm morbid & juvenile. Or because I asked "When Do We Start Killing The Aristocrats?" Or because this web-log has a "Morbidity Report" category/label/whatever.

No damn wonder I despise all of my former meatspace acquaintances. Literal rat bastards, as in ratting one out. What's wrong w/ you people, how can you live w/ yourselves, how can you sleep at night, &c., yada yada yada?

(For inexplicable reasons, this reporter is not sleeping that well of late. It's as if he thinks he could be rendered to a psychiatric prison w/o warning at any time, especially when disagreeing w/ the gummint has been declared a dangerous mental illness that proves one isn't a real American & doesn't deserve to be a citizen. And we all know non-citizens have no "rights". Oh, what a silly worrywart I am. What a fantasy. Surely not here in the land of the free.)