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I’m still going through the stages of grief for my career and my industry: denial, anger, bargaining, anger, depression, anger, acceptance, and anger.

Come join me in the land of immigration law! Absolutely no reason for anger or depression here, nope

As the most useful, least painful thing that remains possible in this besotted world, I’ve decided to just spend my time punching myself in the face.

In this bright future, we can outsource such mundane tasks. Perhaps you could use AI?