8:30 AM: After getting dressed you head to the kitchen and start making yourself breakfast. You instinctively beckon "kids, get up, time for school," before stopping yourself. The government took them last week. Your son told his radically inclusive teacher, Mrx. Sunburst, that he identified as a girl (he finally cracked under the peer pressure) and that his dad would be mad. Per President Newsom's new "Protect Our Youth" law, they were swiftly removed from your custody and taken to a state run communal dorm for trans kids.

You choke back tears and remain composed when you remember that any display of anger would trigger Alexa to further reduce your social score.

8:50 AM: You get in your car to head to work. Combustion engines have been banned and Tesla was shut down by state for subversive thought, so you take your shitty Prius.

10:00 AM: You're brought to a conference room at work and told that you won't be promoted until you improve your social score. The easiest way to do this is to increase your monthly tithe to the National Reparations Fund. You up it to 15%.

12:30 PM: You decide to walk around the block to get lunch but you're mugged. This has become a common occurence after President Newsom instituted a nationwide ban on prosecuting low level street crimes. In the scuffle, you push the mugger. A police officer runs to the scene and issues you a $500 ticket for vigilantism.

5:45 PM: You drive home to your empty house and make dinner. Meat protein is subject to a 50% tax, and given your 60% effective income tax rate and 15% tithe to the National Reparations Fund, you instead eat a bowl of fried cockroaches.

10:00 PM: You fall asleep and dream of dying.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5559806&forum_id=2Vannesa#47866498)