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November 14, 2020
How much of a despised mound of molten shit do you have to be that when you're fired from your job, people all over the planet are dashing out into the streets to dance, jump up and down, wave their arms in the air, sing, scream, flail, honk their horns, stand up out of their sunroofs for hours?

What an absolutely delicious demonstration of relief, what an ebullient display of joy, what a magnificent feeling of perfect togetherness to be out in the neighborhood and hear the shouts, some from my own mouth, and witness the teary-eyed faces of community.