It's your heads on the line, and I don’t want to see that beautiful fridge of a body torn apart and consumed by the rabid masses you’re helping create. You all forget that the people who protect you now have working-class families and friends. Will they choose you over them when the time comes?

All I call for is the movement of power into public hands. Elon, you can still have your summer in Barbados, but when money has lost its meaning, the climate is cooking us, and unrest is rising, we see few choices: stem the bleeding now, or confront a united people whose only desire is survival.

Politicians calling to reform a system built on needless death and destruction do not have your best interests at heart. Alternatives exist in literature available to all. We cannot afford to keep playing this game of incremental change, we must choose a different path before it’s too late