The election was really crappy. All the candidates promised jobs. All the hollering constituents were job zombies themselves. Meanwhile, those of us opposed to slavery were mostly unheard.
My girlfriend was a candidate. She was either ignored or insulted, people calling her an "entitled millennial".
I held her hand as the election results were announced. The job zombie apocalypse was winning. We looked over at the letterbox as letters started flooding in, all from government slave labour programmes, the very thing the job zombies wanted.
We held each other. God help us all.
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