Every thought you have is created by the media you consume. You are not a person you are a cog in the machine. You exist to work and reproduce until you are a fat bloated mass of flesh, a body of pure lard to feed the elite until you are too old and sickly and you must be placed with the others in the retirement home, the rest of society cannot understand you or relate to you so you will be isolated until you die and a fat corpse rots away in a coffin, until one day it is taken by the funeral home to be cremated. The end