Brothers and Sisters. I’m at my wit’s end. I feel I’m barely hanging on at work. The anxiety from it is killing me and I watch all my coworkers get ground down by warehouse work on the daily.

Most people I know, me included, actually don’t want to be ultra-rich. We just want to not be living paycheck to 3 days short of the next paycheck as we watch the top steal more and more with the help of our productivity. To have a few nice things and not constantly have the threat of financial ruin hanging over our heads. Some actual leisure time to just be and maybe a hobby here and there instead of hustling just to keep our heads above water.

But I do have something precious. Something they can’t touch or take from me, no matter what. XXX infinity shares DRSed that will never be sold. They could drop to $1/share or soar to $1m/share and they still won’t get them. They’re mine and they’ll be my kids’ and grandkids’ one day.

Any apes that are hanging on by fingernails, I hodl for you just as much as for myself. They’ve stolen from us so much quality of life so don’t feel bad when it crashes down for the hedgies. Fuck em.