/lit/ - Literature

My country is ran by a bourgeois class who glorify the proletariat with the same vaudeville style detachment with which they view other races, cultures and the entire host of identities people have invented.

Their objective status and unlimited resources allow them to play-pretend and intermingle with these groups whilst still remaining "with, but not of" them.

These mongoloids are celebrating themselves and their virtues whilst ignoring the issues their naive attempts at utopia have given birth to, but it's fine because they don't have children and thus the future is just another funny detached concept for them to fiddle with.