Today’s video ain’t about much.

So, now you know how my day has gone, more or less.

I do have a small confession to make : I knowingly bought an American product with my groceries this week.

You see, the only sugar free jam Superstore sells is from Smucker’s, whose mother corporation is, of course, American.

So I had no choice but to buy from those American mother Smucker’s.

The alternative would be to go jamless, and peanut butter sandwiches are way, way too boring to even contemplate.

Unless they’re on toast.

That did get me thinking about the future of our supply chain, though. Theoretically, if enough Canadians refuse to buy an American product, the supermarkets et al will stop stocking them and stock Canadian equivalents instead.

But what if there is no Canadian alternative, as in my case? This is a question of conscience that millions of Canadians must be facing all over the country these days.

And suppose the tensions escalate to the point where we just plain stop importing American products completely?

The American made goods remaining in the country would dwindle in supply and presumably rise in price and it would be time to seriously investigate whether it’s profitable to import said goods from elsewhere.

We already import our chocolate bars from the UK, sort of.

Luckily, I don’t think we get anything we absolutely cannot do without from the USA. We pump our own oil, grow our own wheat, raise our own cattle, and generate so much electricity via hydro that we sell a lot of it to the USA.

And we’re slapping tariffs on THAT, too. Mua ha ha. Just try to power New York City without us, Trump.

Otherwise, my day has been routine and unremarkable. I am still playing Divinity : Original Sin 2, though now I have moved on from the main game and I am investigating the mod scene.

It’s quite robust, which pleases me. And Steam has a workshop for the game, which means I can browse mods via Steam and install them with just one click.

And that pleases me even more.

Of course, this means that I have not yet bought myself a new game, I guess because I don’t actually “need” one yet.

DOS2 is still keeping me busy enough.

My friend Maelkoth is bugging me to get this game called Dungeon Siege 3 because it’s only $3 and he says it has amazingly good writing and voice acting.

I downloaded the demo and it does seem well made but because it’s a very old game the controls are not great and that bugs me.

I may get it, I may not.

I suppose what I am afraid of is that if I get a new game, I will forget all about DOS2 and what I am doing in it.

Why that would be a big deal, I dunno. I’ve already beaten the game again. Dropping it now would honestly be no big loss.

But I guess it’s just an excuse for me to be my usual indecisive self. Ho hum.

Still, I have almost $65 in my Steam Wallet and it is definitely starting to burn a hole in my pocket, so to speak.

I will make up my mind soon. Most likely I will do it rashly and impulsively after I get sick and tired of my own waffling.

And then, of course, regret my purchase and beat myself up for not thinking about it more, even though thinking about it did not lead to a solution.

Some things…a lot of things, actually… cannot be solved by thinking. There are too many variables and too many unknowns. At some point, you have to make peace with making arbitrary, emotional decisions for the things that cannot be calculated.

And that’s most things.

You can’t always know where the road ends before setting foot on it. In fact, that is almost never a possibility.

So the choice is either go nowhere and live like a dead person, or get out there and learn and explore and get hurt and learn and LIVE.

I’m learning to choose the second one.

More after the break.

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You know what comes next?

The guillotine, motherfuckers. That’s what comes next.

So which seems better, losing 10 percent of your money to higher taxes, or being hauled out onto the street and decapitated?

Note, you will still be rich. All that will change is the number that comes up when you check your account balance. Other than that, your life will barely change at all.

And more importantly, you will get to keep it.

I am going to keep reminding people that there are billions of us and thousands of them and we can take everything away from them any time we want.

We, the people, are in power. Their power comes from us forgetting that fact. That’s why they work so hard to keep us disconnected and distracted.

Oh, and in case you’re one of those sad traitors who has been fooled into thinking you’re one of them, not one of us, I will remind you that to the top one percent, there is no difference between your upper middle class ass and a hobo on the street.

We’re all just poor people to them. Groundlings. The unwashed masses. PEASANTS.

Still feel like you’re above the rest of us somehow? That they like you more than they like all the other serfs?

You’re right. They love how suicidally stupid you are. They laugh themselves sick when they talk about you, you god damned quisling sonderkommandos. 

What else are they going to think about the sheep willing to completely sell out all the other sheep just for the vague impression that the shepherd likes them best?

But they’ll end up as mutton just like the rest of them.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.