If you own a business in America, you're probably hard working. You pay your taxes. And now you're living in terror. Why? The answer, of course, is Ron. Who is he? More specifically, what is he? Oh, I'm Ron and your business, but I believe what I think is right are all crying, but you are out of business. I'm not a fascist. Here are my pronouns. That's him. That's what he sounds like. No, it isn't. He did capture my spirit. Come on, Ron. This has gone on long enough. You've created a world where 90% of everything that exists now cater specifically to you, but it's never enough. Where 90% of the way to heaven on Earth, Sarah? Frankly, the world you're creating is pretty boring, man. Boring. Is that why you're all showing down on pizza from an unapproved restaurant and not one of the several exciting, run-up-roved flat brands? You gluten lovers. Gluten lovers. What kind of esoteric internet politics? Ron, you know you're going to create a significant backlash with all of this, right? The more you punish people for not holding the same values as you, the more incentive they're going to have to fight back. Oh, who cares? What are they going to do? I have all of the power now. Wahahaha. Eh, eh, eh. Well, for one thing, we're going to end up with a parallel economy. What's that? The economy where there's tons of similar goods and services marketed to different groups of people just based on their politics. Your drive shops at these stores, we shop at those ones. Your side drives this kind of car, we drive that kind. All because people like Ron need to be in control of your thoughts. That's annoying. I know. But people no longer have anything in common and everyone's forced to pick a side, so it's all we have left. Eventually, we're all going to hate people used to be our friends and neighbors and what happens when that hatred turns violent. Oh, like, how we all hate Ron now? Hate's a strong word. I don't like him. I see what's going on. This is an insurrection. My own friends and family storming the capital of my heart on January 6th, no less. Today's not January 6th. I tried to bring you all into the light, but you chose darkness instead. You have one last chance. Who's your side? Ah. Anyone else want the last slice of pizza, if not, I call dibs. I mean it. Go for it. My stuff. That's it. This means war. Thank you so much for watching. Please like, share, and subscribe to the channel. Also check out the links in the description because we bring the receipts and leave a comment below. And next wonderful, exhilarating episode of Common Sense Cell Box. Check it out.