Insurgo.

Insurgo, insurgi, insurrectum.

You did everything right.  You worked hard, abstained from most "bad" things, paid your taxes, got a degree - maybe even 2 or 3! - and yet it feels like you're being punished.

Those who taught us are afraid to admit that they don't know either; it would make their lives worthless if the people who told you to live this way were not lying to themselves.

This life is already meaningless enough.  Why else do we have to constantly train ourselves with media and movies and ads so that we understand the importance of correct behavior - like being in the right social circle, agreeing with the crowd (and sticking up for your bros (!), not necessarily your values.  BROS!!!), deference to wastes of human tradition (because God totally wants us to live like spoiled little shits) and the longing (L-O-N-G-I-N-G) to be a princess and finally realize how special and undervalued you really are!

Insurgo, insurgi, insurrectum.

But you're doing everything right.  You exercise, you date, you buy things to support the economy, you eat organic food, you vote.  The goodness of mankind will ensure that the most likable, best candidate for the job will win and make the rules for 4 years!  He'll (or she!  Of course someday it'll happen!  Mankind is essentially good and fair, right?!!) make sure to defend the average person's interests and, if we don't like what he or the other elected officials are doing, we can completely change it, uniting as people and picking an even better guy (or gal!)!

0 for 2 - none of those people give a shit what any average person anywhere thinks.  They understand that a few very rich individuals control most of the choices This Great Nation makes, including wars, the education system, the organic food lie, the growing income gap...and the only reason that he or she even got to be a candidate is because they've made some very steep promises - not to you or I - but to these very wealthy people.  It's like a horribly disgusting scene from a movie where the good-looking protagonist is forced to do the evil bidding of some overweight, ugly, pimply, fat slob who only wants to be more powerful.  A la Baron Harkonnen (A.K.A. the floating fat man).

Insurgo, insurgi, insurrectum.

You'll continue to do everything right, because you don't know what else to do.

Insurgo, insurgi, insurrectum.

You'll work for a good company, you'll have children, you'll visit the commercial theme parks for fun, you'll temper your drinking, you'll set a good example, you'll blame something else when more of the ground water becomes contaminated, you'll throw dinner parties and cook something fancy, you'll blame the OTHER guy for sending us to war again, you'll pay back your student loans, you'll blame the populace for being too lazy, you'll watch "your" shows - even if you don't like them - so you can gchat your office pals about it and have a good laugh, you'll complain all the way to the grave because of how bad things are - how bad people are letting things get, not like when you were young and everything was great because people cared, like you.

INSURGO - INSURGI - INSURRECTUM.
  RISE UP  -   REBEL   -      REVOLT.