Opus 2016-263: On the Street: Parasite Attack

I was attacked by parasites on the way to work last week.  Twice.  At the same intersection.  I was driving my car, which I had paid for.  It was running on gas I had paid for.  I was on a road that I had paid for.  Stopping my progress was a pole with blinking lights to block me from driving across the tracks.  After a few moments a string of railroad cars marked “Metro” breezed by with merry abandon.  What irritates me is that I was also paying for the pole, tracks and cars.  The people riding were paying only a portion of the cost.  I was paying the rest in my taxes.  And they were stopping me from getting to the place where I earn the money for them to steal.

And then, before we could get moving, it happened again.  This time from the other direction. 
Don’t they realize that if I don’t get to work I won’t pay taxes and they won’t have anything to steal?  Who will pay the generous wages to the conductors then?

The definition of a parasite has two elements.  The first is that they live off of another organism.  The second is that they give nothing back.  I am the host.  They are the parasites. 

I hope to get back at them by retiring and moving out of state.  Until then I will grit my teeth and soldier on.

homo unius libri