Kids my age.

Pimple-faced college drop outs who have made unhealthy sums of money forming internet companies that create no concrete products,
provide no viable services, and still manage to generate profits for all of its lazy day-trading son-of-a bitch shareholders.

Meanwhile, as a tortured member of the disenfranchised proletariat, I have to find some altruistic need to protect these digital plantation-owners?

What can I say??

Maybe life's fulling of bullshit.

Who knows anyway?