how do you think you will fare when you find yourself on the wrong side of the gulf in the Millineum Age in whatever meager land allotment you are seen fit to receive by the real powers that be once this charade is capsized, in full?

crammed in like a sardine with what you now no doubt refer to as "useless eaters" and/or "the little people?"

hehehe

maybe we should wait a minute or two and ask you on the other side, yes, that can be arranged.