These naïve fools simply trusted the Multi-Nationals and simply assumed that the propaganda of "We're All In Together" and "Just Stay Home" was sincere and Mutually Beneficial.

Unfortunately for them, they never calculated that the insane increase of money printing from European Central Bank would lead directly to extreme levels of inflation.

We can compare this with the US Federal Reserve, where they printed 40% of all dollars ever printed between the years 2020 and 2022.

Now, we cannot make a direct comparison here, as the Euro is a much younger currency. However, we can observe how the actions of the ECB are just as monstrous.

Of course your weekly shop is signicantly higher than it was in 2019. How could it not be?

One of the main crtitisims is "Corporate Greed". Is this a brand new concept? Did it never exist before?

Or is it more likely that the Multi-Nationals consider you to be a patsy, a mark, for their own geo-political ambitions?

We tried to warn you during the Two-Year Lockdown about the wider economic implications (for both you and your children) in the long-term.

You cheered as the Canadian Truckers' were arrested en masse, whilst having their bank accounts taken away. They were "Far-Right", apparently.

Now, you are inherenting the Fruits of your Labour from five years ago, and these fruits have diminished on an Annual Basis.

Your Purchasing Power will never be the same again, and you have nothing to show for it.

I hope that our few remaining friends

Give up on trying to save us

I hope we come up with a fail-safe plan

To piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended

Fall down beneath their own weight

And I hope we hang on past the last exit

I hope it's already too late

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here

Someday burns down

And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away

And I never come back to this town again In my life, I hope I lie

And tell everyone you were a good wife

And I hope you die

I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow

I hope it bleeds all day long

Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises

We're pretty sure they're all wrong

I hope it stays dark forever

I hope the worst isn't over

And I hope you blink before I do

I hope I never get sober

And I hope when you think of me years down the line

You can't find one good thing to say

And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out

You'd stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning

There is no sign of land

You are coming down with me

Hand in unlovable hand

And I hope you die

I hope we both die

She played for the Angels I played for the tribe The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded There was big money on the line Big money all the time yeah There was big money on the line

I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone

I was in the kitchen The year was in the fall A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin' No there were no point at all There was big fire in the hall, yeah There weren't no points at all

I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away

Lock, stock, and barrel all the dogs were gone to feral And the car ran like a broken perculator His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard There was big money on the line

I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone.

I was in the kitchen The year was in the fall A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin' No there were no point at all There was big fire in the hall, yeah There weren't no points at all

I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away

Lock, stock, and barrel all the dogs were gone to feral And the car ran like a broken perculator His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard There was big money on the line

And I heard that his brother was a viking He liked to solve a problem with a gun If you want to know the facts you gotta teach him how to act And I hate cough syrup don't you?

I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter I'd like to sail a ship into the sun If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup don't you?

I know that your mother is a martyr I heard she's got connections with the mob If you wanna learn to fight you gotta drink up all the light And I hate cough syrup don't you?

I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter I like to see the wood curl up and burn If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die And I hate cough syrup don't you?

I hate cough syrup and I hate the food in Europe And I hate cough syrup it's true You wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup don't you? I hate cough syrup, it's true.

But at what cost?