And the person making my coffee picked their nose three minutes before hand, my food is covered in various feces picked up during transportation, etc, etc. Life is accepting that reality is messy without giving up food, treats, or democracy.

Ahh yes, we just accept the rich get richer. They have all the money and therefore are gods chosen people. How about we cook them in ovens :) see how long they last claiming their system is the best. Maybe we could brand a few with usery across their foreheads.