Dec.21.2006 I am so capitalist. I crave my capital, your capital, and Ethopia’s.
I love America. Really, I do. Like in any relationship, I think there’s some patches that are rougher than others. Sure my America may find herself in bad relationships with guys like Mr. Bush that probably aren’t best for her interests, but she’ll come out stronger than before. And when he comes home drunk, demanding to fight with Iran, maybe she’ll realize that him whispering whisky-filled I-love-you’s into her ear don’t make up for it.
But more than anything, I’m in love with America’s capitalist ways. Nothing excites me like beating up strange elderly women to buy an extravagant present for my younger cousins. Nothing gets my juices flowing like watching my TV that’s far too big for the flimsy TV stand beneath it. Nothing makes me ejaculate pure jingoism than consuming gas like a hungry wolf at a butcher’s shop.
I’ve started reading the book “Confessions of an Economic Hit Man”, a book about the shadowlaw that exists within our American imperialism and how we get third-world countries with extra resources to basically sign their lives away in a macroeconomic pyramid scheme. And, while everything the author, John Perkins, says is plausible, I find it hard to completely buy into a guy who touts his other books on his personal site that include such well-grounded topics as Shapeshifting, Psychonavigation, and other Shamanic teachings. Does that sound like the beliefs of an economic hit man? Or does that sound like the works of…
A TERRORIST?
OR A COMMUNIST????
I don’t know man, but alls I know is that I need to keep spending all this money of mine while perpetually making more and then spending it again! As a wise man once said…
Robin the Bobbin, the big-headed hen / He Ate more meat than four-score men. / He Ate a cow, He Ate a calf / He Ate a butcher and a half; / He Ate a church, He Ate a steeple, / He Ate the priest and all the people. And yet he complained that his belly was not full.
Robin the Bobbin I relate to you at this holiday we call Christmas, which I think has something to do with the birth of SAVINGS!
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