As a bona fide member of the super consumers group, I would like to express my gratitude for the scum of the earth that cook my food, drive my buses and cabs, sell me mass quantities of excessive food, or otherwise serve me on what most consider major holidays. You are the foundation that makes the American consumer machine the super power it is; that will someday consume the earth whole.
Thank you all for making sure my needs are met on days when it’s apparent we think of you as lessor people, disposable in every sense. I can feel the irony however, as I sense you laugh at me for being a spoiled, over privileged, fat piece of burden to this planet; a malicious bacteria that needs heavy doses of antibiotics.
Abundance isn’t my gift. It’s my prison and ultimate painful death.
Happy New Years (why is it plural?)!!!