The Never-Ending Circus
The irresponsibles don’t know the meaning of “no.” Clear refusals, blunt rejections, even sentences screaming “fuck off altogether” – none of it penetrates their thick skulls. For them, “no” simply means: try harder.
Playing with Pain
They fail to grasp the obvious: the target’s payment is not for some ridiculous matchmaking scheme, but for the suffering, stress, and pain they’ve deliberately inflicted. Yet, they cling to their fantasy that one day he’ll thank them for setting him up on a date—as if that justifies their harassment.
Gods in Training
Give small men with inflated egos a whiff of authority and they instantly believe they’ve ascended to Olympus. Instead of working for the people, as the constitution suggests, they turn into self-appointed gods, pulling strings in lives they don’t own.
Betting on Love Like It’s a Horse Race
The irresponsibles then invented their grand “game”: betting on which woman the target will supposedly fall for. Each player, armed with their “undeniable wisdom,” picks a candidate and places their wager. Jobs? Homes? Women’s dignity? All just collateral damage. After all, what’s a little ruin compared to the glory of winning a gamble?
Police: Referees of the Elite’s Game
And what about the police? Oh, they’re not enforcers of justice anymore. They’re referees of this circus, making sure everything follows the elite’s rules—not the law’s. They know about the harassment, the discrimination, the constant surveillance. But instead of action, they send a “beautiful police lady” as a judge. Discrimination? Sure, but not too obvious. “Be smart assholes, we have a reputation to keep.”
Standing Tall
Yet despite their bets, their games, and their little gods-in-uniform, the target has a message carved in stone: even if the so-called elite strip him of everything—job, apartment—he will stand tall. He will get it back. And the irresponsibles? They’ll still be stuck playing games that nobody sane ever agreed to join.
