Yeah. All of ‘em. The politicians, the bureaucrats, the salespeople, the marketers, the girl next door and the guy on the curb with his sweaty hand down his pants; they all want to sell your kidney for a quick kibble in the back-room. Me? Yeah, I’m probably out to get you, too.

The reality of living in a capitalist society is hard to swallow. From the economic POV, it’s a free-for-all kill-’em-and-cum-over-the-corpses world, and we all know that economy is the New World Ordure, right? The fuckers up atop whine about their market (not to be confused with anything we have bearing on) not being “free” enough while they gorge on industrial-grade laxatives to give the shit-rain seem a little lighter for a day.

Mind you, I’m not calling for a fucking revolution. I don’t think you soft-boiled regurgitators could handle a revolution in your local, fucking shopping-mall, let alone your city or nation. What I’m calling for is for you to take that first shuffle against improvement and admit what kind of society it is we’re recreating by floundering along.

The next time you’re playing smile-and-dribble to the newest marketing bukkake, at least do it with your eyes fucking open. Yeah, it’ll sting like fuck, and if you’ve got the willpower to keep looking you’ll be uncomfortable for days after.

Hang on to that feeling. It’s called rage, and it’s probably the only real emotion you can still reach.