Start the work day off with $13,000 of tax money siphoned back into my pocket via the loose budgetary regulations of a large state agency, my supreme clientele, strained through my commission plan. Tell me how this circuitous arrangement makes any fucking sense— I’ve been extorted and as the proceeds slosh around our CommonWealth, the leakage drips its way back down to me, and I can eat something and pay my bills, never to afford my own land or offspring, and of course it’s taxed again in the process. America is a sheep-shearing operation. Whither the rams that wither to wethers, castrated and sweating under hair and fat.