One: Going to CVS and having them ask every single time if I have a CVS card so that some rogue capitalist CVS manager-type can track my every medication and purchase of tampons, deodorant, batteries and sunblock. Then going to Rite Aid and finding out they’re doing the same thing, all so that bloodsucking balding men can buy bigger yachts and vacation homes.
Two: When department stores or clothing stores ask for my phone number and email address so that they can send me “special offers” which attempt to convince me that consumption is the solution to any passing moment of boredom or discontent, and which fills my mailbox and inbox with a bunch of trash, and which only helps in recognizing that some stupid think-tank’s concept of the ”free market” makes most people feel anything but free.
Three: Cable and internet monopolizers Comcast and Verizon, whose website images should be large metal dildos, since they consistently and painfully screw innocent families with so-called “bundle” packages, none of which are affordable or economical, but only lock people in to the illusion of affordability, which disappears after one or two years and which requires young parents to sell their kidneys so that they can watch reruns of The Good Wife with the one measly hour of adult time they have each night.
Four: My bank tellers, who tell me in not so many words that my money is not, in fact, my money, but the bank’s, and it is only from the kindness of its big corporate heart that it even allows a check to become my money on the next business day.
Five: Web advertisements, which show me four glorious pictures of the shoes I browsed on another website moments before.
P.S. And Express Yourself check-out lines in supermarkets, which take triple the time to check-out and only assist me in expressing a slew of profanity usually heard on The Sopranos, and serve as yet another example of how parasitic companies profit at the expense of American jobs and consumer satisfaction.
P.P.S. The way Facebook has started to highlight and center companies and products that your friends “liked,” as though “liking” something is a friggin’ religion.
You may now return to your regularly scheduled program through which some rich person is making a shitload of money.
(Do I sound angry?)
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