Saturday, December 12, 2009

sat morning rambling

my new years resolutions - get money, smoke trees, drop bodies.(fuck bitches haha) take care of business.

Every day requires a bit of a hustle just to take care of basic necessities; food, smokes, tea. there's always a way to get what you need with a little bit of ingenuity and luck. I donate plasma a couple times a week to keep gas in the pathfinder. There's never any extra, but somehow there's always just enough.

I've been unemployed for 2 months. Job hunting sucks. I can't get hired in this town as a dishwasher for some reason. To have some 19 year old snotnose at Applebee's give you a condescending look and say "we're looking for someone special for this position. Don't call us. We'll call you..." is such a fucking drag. I'm not too proud to do ANY sort of work, but come on! Why do they make you grovel for crumbs?

Why do they need to check my credit to work at a factory? Not to get too nutty on ya, but I am starting to think that your credit rating is the Mark of the Beast. Without it, you can't trade, buy, or sell. You can't get a job above poverty wages. It controls your upward mobility. It blocks your higher education opportunities.

The credit industry has created a caste system in this country. The poor will keep getting poorer. We are well on our way to a Corprate Fuedalist based society. The working class the new peasantry; Walmart and Mcdonalds franchises the new fiefdoms on every street corner. Indentured servants paid with cheap plastic shit from china and bad fast food. Shoot me now...



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