Remember back to your first day of school, if you can. Do you remember it? My first day of school was sometime in late August of 1998. I remember how excited I was to have gym shoes, which I snuck out to the playground and soiled because those shoes were just too fly to not wear. I actually did not understand the concept of having a specific pair of shoes for gym and legitimately thought they were just for playing on the playground. I don't even think I knew what gym was! The day went on, I made some friends over a box of puppets provided by the school and had a thoroughly great time! That's until my mother arrived at 12:30 to pick me up from school. I had no idea that Kindergarten students left two hours early, and naturally, I threw a huge tantrum as she dragged me out of the school.

I remember before I started going to school, I wanted to go! My pal across the street was a year older than me and I can recall feeling envious that this kid had homework while I was stuck at home playing Nintendo 64. I couldn't wait to be old enough to go! Especially when I would hang around the big kids at the sandlot, it just seemed like I was the baby while everyone else congregated at this mystical institution without me. I desperately wanted to feel included.

The thing is, after the first round of homework, school sucked. My father was always impatient and would become quite irritated any time I needed help. My teachers told my parents that my untraditional (not bad, but untraditional) handwriting would keep me from getting into high-school (yes, this is still Kindergarten for little me). I remember these handwriting assignments that I sometimes could not handle and Dad would be furious that I couldn't do something so simple. I hated school most of the time, but I would keep trying to exceed my classes and, more importantly, fit in with the rest of the kids.

How did I fit in? Magic shows, for starters. I was the shit at Chinese Rings. It blew minds, and my teachers loved it. I also had this Houdini trick I learned where I break my wrists out of a steel chain and padlock, which was pretty hardcore in hindsight as I was just a nerdy little piece of shit mostly obsessed with StarFox and Beast Wars Transformers. The magic thing made me pretty popular, and I did just what any other kid does when they become popular: Separate entirely from the unpopular kids and treat them as outsiders.

Remember back, I ask of you. I remember the names of the kids I would exclude and treat as others. One girl, Christina, was rumored to smell like urine, so it was natural to keep as far away as possible, or the kids would shun me as well. Or Matt, oh Matt. I was good friends with Matt because he had all of the Beast Wars Transformers. One day, the kid collective decides Matt stinks, and I felt forced to agree with them for the sake of my popular magic show, and I did SO many magic shows at that age. This list went on throughout all of my schooling experience. There were always those kids that most everyone wouldn't dare befriend because of rumored detriment to one's reputation. As I got older, I tried to take part in this hive mind thinking much less, but there would still be almost a subconscious level of tribalism that I would sometimes disregard or omit because I never thought I was a bully even though I would occasionally endure bullying myself.

Has this ever happened to you? Have you properly thought about these people you may have wronged, especially during times of youth? Have you allowed yourself to forget? Were any of your victims minorities? Racial minorities? Special needs minorities? Have you called or rumored another child to be gay?

I want you to remember, and feel those memories to the best of your abilities. Think about all it was that you were so incredibly insecure about during those times. Tell yourself that you were wrong. Come to terms with those actions, because they will weigh against your soul whether you are cognizant of them or not. It's best to be cognizant!

The harsh reality is that we are one humanity. To accurately define humanity to an alien, the definition is the sum of all of our differences. We are not a happy people when there is constant suffering. We are not fruitful people when there are those with no fruit to give. We are not wealthy people when there are those without food. We are not intelligent people when there are those who don't have access to knowledge.

In American politics, there are essentially two key demographics: The wealthy elite, and everyone else. "Everyone else" is subject to the narrative and propaganda of the wealthy elite, thus we are fed decades worth of funded misinformation in order to divide us between the two political opponents when we should be united, but the tribalism learned from our youth still controls us. Even in a moment we think we may be doing good, it's only to seek validation from the larger community; rarely for personal fulfillment. Most movements still reek of tribalistic youth.

We have ONE enemy, ONE oppressor that casts their shadow upon us all. ONE root of all evils in this world.

The Wealthy Elite; Billionaires.

Without them, we can advance into the future without racism, starvation, inequity, and climate death. They are the ones funding our division. They profit on our misery and we buy their remedies as if they are in our best interests. We are the fools of their history (history has never belonged to us).

Policymakers voted into office tend to look at the mess and fumble in choosing an avenue to begin their campaign. If a politician's first goal isn't to stifle the billionaire menace, then let that be proof that these politicians have no regard for human life. THEY ARE ALL FASCISTS IN DISGUISE.

WE MUST CHANGE OUR LANGUAGE IN HOW WE DISCUSS THE RICH. WE MUST FORCE THEM TO PAY THEIR FAIR SHARE IN WAGES AND TAXES, because otherwise, THEY ARE A BENIGN TUMOR ON SOCIETY AND MUST BE SURGICALLY REMOVED FOR OUR SURVIVAL.

We must end tribalist mentalities and preserve the future for all before we are the ones surgically removed.