I assume that gluing your crotch to the Mona Lisa stopped being funny after a while, by the unexpected blisters and the skin loss Welcome to the puppetocene, t

I assume that gluing your crotch to the Mona Lisa stopped being funny after a while, by the unexpected blisters and the skin loss Welcome to the puppetocene, the age of remote controlled puppets that will be tricked to boycott its own industry for the price of a few dopamine rushes and 15 seconds of fame They probably think that taxes are paid by mythical creatures like the fairy of taxes or the plentyrich yeti so is not their own money what is being burnt in each sabotage party. The reality will hit them like a ton of bricks.