Judge a Book by Its Cover...
They say "Never judge a book by its cover." Whoever they are, they obviously read The Communist Manifesto.
A lil' glance at the hammer and sickle obviously coulda saved them a lot of time. What a stupid way to symbolize a country. Even the working man would put those down in a second if there was a sale on John Deer tractors and pile drivers at the local TSC. Anyway, they (again, those that make clever sayings their paradigms) read things like this cover-to-cover, and they're sitting in the coffee shop right now discussing lines like "He becomes a pauper, and pauperism develops more rapidly than population and wealth. And here it becomes evident that the bourgeoisie is unfit any longer to be the ruling class in society, and to impose its conditions of existence upon society as an overriding law." Oh, please...
Go ahead, you whiny commie. Sip on your uber-Kapitalist $6.00 espresso while you and the girl with the pink hair and the pet mouse discuss how the poor are getting poorer. While you're at it, please don't stop to consider that somehow you've been coming to the same coffee shop for 5 years since getting your BA in Gender Studies (which took 6 years to get in the first place) and thanks to mommy and daddy you still haven't had to get a job. Capitalism supports your communism. Just stay in the Starbucks (which originated in the state of Washington, but is now one with your state of denial), and we'll call it even.
Man, that sounds kinda grumpy! There are way too many grumpersons puttering about this internet and this world to join in the grumblings. I'm not trying to pan communists. I'm just laughing. At them. Joy is the goal!
Where... does... the joy... come from?
Hmmm...
What I was really trying to get at with judging a book by its cover was this:
eh? You can judge me anytime. I'm no narcissist, but this could change things. Whew!
A lil' glance at the hammer and sickle obviously coulda saved them a lot of time. What a stupid way to symbolize a country. Even the working man would put those down in a second if there was a sale on John Deer tractors and pile drivers at the local TSC. Anyway, they (again, those that make clever sayings their paradigms) read things like this cover-to-cover, and they're sitting in the coffee shop right now discussing lines like "He becomes a pauper, and pauperism develops more rapidly than population and wealth. And here it becomes evident that the bourgeoisie is unfit any longer to be the ruling class in society, and to impose its conditions of existence upon society as an overriding law." Oh, please...Go ahead, you whiny commie. Sip on your uber-Kapitalist $6.00 espresso while you and the girl with the pink hair and the pet mouse discuss how the poor are getting poorer. While you're at it, please don't stop to consider that somehow you've been coming to the same coffee shop for 5 years since getting your BA in Gender Studies (which took 6 years to get in the first place) and thanks to mommy and daddy you still haven't had to get a job. Capitalism supports your communism. Just stay in the Starbucks (which originated in the state of Washington, but is now one with your state of denial), and we'll call it even.
Man, that sounds kinda grumpy! There are way too many grumpersons puttering about this internet and this world to join in the grumblings. I'm not trying to pan communists. I'm just laughing. At them. Joy is the goal!
Where... does... the joy... come from?
Hmmm...
What I was really trying to get at with judging a book by its cover was this:
eh? You can judge me anytime. I'm no narcissist, but this could change things. Whew!
posted by Michael Glud at 9:48 PM
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