Yes, capitalism sucks big time.

It sucks so much that the last time I went to the supermarket, I had to choose which of the 24 different markets offered in my area to go to. Once I made the decision of which market to go to, I had a lot more decisions to make once I got there. Seven different brands of tuna to choose from. Five different brands of yogert, twelve different brands of bread, five different brands of eggs, fifteen different brands of cereal. Ice Cream? ... Ben & Jerrys', McConnel's, Hag & Daz, and seven other brands of the crappy ice cream to boot. Damn, there were five different brands of toilet paper and paper towels too. Then came the produce department ... tomatoes on the vine, Roma tomatoes, cherry tomatoes and regular, everyday, crappy old tomatoes. Oh, then there was the organic section offering hydophonically grown tomatoes. I noticed they were offering watermelon in abundance. I asked the produce manager how he could be offering watermelon in December because they were out of season. He said: "Well, thanks to the evil oil companies and that god-awful gasoline they produce, it was allowing those capitalist pig importers to import watermelons from Argentina at a reasonable price." Watermelons in December? Who ever heard of such a thing?

Once the shopping was done, as I was wheeling my abundently full shopping cart through the parking lot, I couldn't help noticing the different varieties of cars parked there. Fords, Chevys, Chryslers, Toyotas, Porches, VWs, BMWs, Mercedes Benz's ... Damn, the parking lot looked like a freakin' car show. I couldn't help reflecting on the slave wages that were paid to the workers that produced those cars in automobile manufacturing sweat-shops, all exploited by the owners of the factories. What did you say ... that some of those very cars were owned by some of those workers? Bullshit, how can wage-slaves afford cars?!

Once I had the groceries packed away in the trunk of my car, I stopped by the hydro store to pick up some RockWool. There itwas again, more choices; ... three brands of RockWool to chose from. Looking around the store, I noticed the nutrients; General Hydrophonic, Pure Blend Pro, Advanced Nutrients, Canna, ... the list continued on. The damned hydro guy was even offering three types of buckets, three brands of bulbs, four brands of ballasts ... and the greedy-pig owner was even trying to make a, dare I say it? ... a (shhhh) profit on the merchandise he was offering! How many capitalist pigs can one town put up with?

Leaving the hydro store, I had to go to the drug store to refill my prescriptions for the three blood pressure medications I have to take in order to prolong my life. My Mother died at the age of 53 from a massive brain hemorage because these medications didn't exist when she was alive. Thanks to the evil, profiteering, mother-fucking, drug company capitalist pigs, I've been able to extended my life 16 years beyond that which my Mother enjoyed.

Leaving the drug store, I drove through my neighborhood. Even though our weather here today is in the 40s, judging by the smoke coming out of the all the fireplaces, I'd say those wage slaves, living in their slave houses, were warm and comfortable. All had the Christmas lights ablazing too ... so those criminals at the power company were plying their evil ways and exploiting the wage slaves so the imperialists at the power company could live in regal splender in their castles on the hill. They were probably running the generators on filthy coal too ... coal that was mined in Virginia by more wage slaves.

Entering my own home, I soon put the groceries away. I opened up a nice cold Anchor Steam lager ... Anchor Steam was my final choice out of twenty-five different brands of beer on the shelves at Trader Joe's the last time I shopped there. (The beer was on the shelf between the eight different brands of chocolate and the fifty different brands of wine.) Oh, as a matter of fact, I also bought a wonderful bottle of Austrialian wine too. A cabernet I believe, brought to Trader Joe's via over-night delivery thanks to those wage-slave pilots flying for United Parcel Service ... or maybe it was that capitalist pig Fred Smith's exploitive company Federal Express. Overnight air delivery from Austrailia at $4.99 a bottle retail. Exploitation, I tells ya!

Looking forward to enjoying the beer I had just opened, I turned on the High-def TV (the one in the living room, not the one in the bedroom) and started to enjoy the game. Damn, that satilite dish is amazing ... I can enjoy almost all the NFL games that are played in the country on any given Sunday. Hmmm, who put that little devise into orbit that sends the signal back to my Dish? Oh ... was it the evil, capitalist pigs at General Electric? Maybe ... I'm not really sure who, or what entity is exploiting me in this little free market caper. Not free market you say? .... Hey there are choices there too. If I don't like the service I get from DirectTV, I can always go back to Time Warner, the service that I cancelled because of Time Warner's shitty service. Whoops, that was another choice, wasn't it?

Just as the game was getting good, my girl friend phoned and said she would like to go to dinner tonight. I said: Where would you like to go?" and she said: "Oh gee, I don't know ... Hungry Hunter was good last time, but then maybe we should try Black Angus ... or maybe Red Lobster, or how about TGI Fridays ... or maybe Chiles, or how about P.F. Chang's ... or maybe even Beni Hanna's?"

So, I said: "I'll be down to getcha in a taxi honey, so be ready about a half past eight. We'll go to P.F. Chang's." My girlfriend said: "But P.F. Chang's is kinda fancy and I don't have a thing to wear." "Not a thing to wear, said I? ... But you have twenty-six pairs of shoes, all twenty-six made by twenty-six different manufacturers!" She said: "I know, dear, but I tried to match each one of my twenty-six pairs of shoes to all the dresses in all three closets and I can't find a match." "Hmmm ... I said, let's just go to the local Chinese place."

Yeppers ... I hate capitalism too. Let's end all these choices ... Viva Civil War! LMAO!

Vi

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