When all your skills, all your knowledge, and all your intelligence are barely good enough to land you a job where the only reason you haven’t been replaced by a trained monkey who gets paid in bananas is that you’re considered to be slightly less likely to throw your poop at people when you get mad, you have lost your right to complain about being oppressed. You are nothing more than a pet for humanity. Your life serves no objective purpose other than to remind people what would happen to them if they allow themselves to sink that low.