Omegamint [comrade/them, doe/deer]

This was basically the titular quote from Steinbeck’s “The Grapes of Wrath”, which largely is about the plight of tenant farmers during the dust bowl and great depression.

It’s a book that I personally learned to appreciate more over the years, and would also recommend to anyone

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

Worse than lackluster housing aid, no workers programs to get people back to work either so they can maybe become self sufficient. Horrible mental healthcare options, beyond the fully humanitarian reality that many homeless may need to be fully taken care for. If you fall down he just wants you to fuck off.

Can’t even express how I feel about this asshole without fedposting, but the saddest thing is knowing just how mask off he is and how many other democrats really feel the exact same way.