Seattle Is Dying video

[WiseOne]

I very much doubt that the interviews were chosen in a completely unbiased manner. The person had to be reasonably presentable for the camera, not obviously psychotic, and speak perfect English. That would have biased the selection in favor of the Anglo-Saxon sociopaths that were featured.

[dualstow]

Even among the sociopaths, white privilege. /s

[Kriegsspiel]

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O Opium                    O Heroin
velut altum                like the tides
statu variabilis,          you are changeable,
semper crescis             ever waxing
aut decrescis;             ever waning;
vita detestabilis          hateful life
nunc obdurat               first oppresses
et tunc curat              and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem,         playing with mental clarity;
egestatem,                 poverty
potestatem                 and power
dissolvit ut glaciem.      it melts them like ice.

Sors immanis               Fate – monstrous
et inanis,                 and empty,
rota tu volubilis,         you whirling wheel,
status malus,              you are malevolent,
vana salus                 well-being is vain
semper dissolubilis,       and always fades to nothing,
obumbrata                  shadowed
et velata                  and veiled
michi quoque niteris;      you plague me too;
nunc per ludum             now through the game
dorsum nudum               I bring my bare back
fero tui sceleris.         to your villainy.

Sors salutis               Fate is against me
et virtutis                in health
michi nunc contraria,      and virtue,
est affectus               driven on
et defectus                and weighted down,
semper in angaria.         always enslaved.
Hac in hora                So at this hour
sine mora                  without delay
corde pulsum tangite;      pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem            since Fate
sternit fortem,            strikes down the strong,
mecum omnes plangite!      everyone weep with me!

O Fortuna Opium . . . O Fortune Heroin
velut luna altum . . . like the moon tides

Modify a couple words and it still works. Such a savage poem.