You're right. This country would be so much better with nothing but conservatism!



MidnightRider wakes up in the morning and goes to the bathroom. He flushes his toilet and brushes his teeth, mindful that each flush & brush costs him about 43 cents to his privatized water provider. His wacky, liberal neighbor keeps badgering the company to disclose how clean and safe their water is, but no one ever finds out. Just to be safe, MidnightRider boils his drinking water.



MidnightRider steps outside and coughsthe pollution is especially bad today, but the smokiest cars are the cheapest ones, so everyone buys em. MidnightRider checks to make sure he has enough toll money for the 3 different private roads he must drive to work. There is no public transportation, so traffic is backed up and his 10 mile commute takes an hour.



On the way, he drops his 12 year old daughter off at the clothing factory she works at. Paying for kids to go to private school until theyre 18 is a luxury, and MidnightRider needs the extra income coming in. Times are hard and therere no social safety nets.



He gets to work 5 minutes late and misses the call for Christian prayer, and is immediately docked by his employer. He is not feeling well today, but has no health insurance, since neither his employer nor his government provide it, and paying for it himself is really expensive, since he has a precondition. He just hopes for the best.



MidnightRider's workday is 12 hours long, because there is no regulation over working hours, and MidnightRider will lose his job if he complains or unionizes. Today is an especially bad day. MidnightRider's manager demands that he work until midnight, a 16 hour day. MidnightRider does, knowing that hell lose his job if he does not.



Finally, after midnight, MidnightRider gets to pick up his daughter and go home. His daughter shows him the deep cut she got on the industrial sewing machine today. MidnightRider is outraged and asks why she doesnt have metal mesh gloves or other protection. She says the company will not provide it and shell have to pay for it out of her own pocket. MidnightRider looks at the wound and decides theyll use an over the counter disinfectant and bandages until it heals. Shell have a scar, but getting stitches at the emergency room is expensive.



His daughter also complains that the manager made suggestive overtures towards her. MidnightRider counsels her to be a good girl and not rock the boat, or shell get fired and theyll be out the income.



They get home and theres a message from his elderly father who cant afford to pay his medical or heating bills. MidnightRider can hear him coughing and shivering.



MidnightRider turns on the radio and the top story is a proposal in Congress to raise the voting age to 25. A rare liberal opinionator states that its an attempt to keep power out of the hands of working class Americans. The conservative host immediately quashes him, calling him a utopian idealist, and agreeing that people arent mature enough to make good choices until theyre at least 25.



MidnightRider chuckles at the wine-swilling, cheese eating liberal eggheads on NeoGAF and thinks, Thank God I live in America where I have freedom!