A couple of weeks ago, I was talking to a friend/co-worker of mine named Jim about how my classes were going and then we were interrupter by some strange woman that I later found out was the boss’s wife!

She butted in and said “Excuse me, young man! You should write a letter to Dan Soucek because he will do more to save the New River than Virginia Foxx will!”

I was a little taken aback by her rude interruption and the irrelevance of her  statement but replied calmly and politely, “That’s because she’s and evil, rich capitalist and that how our society works… maybe.”

Even though she was basically ordering me to support a Democratic party candidate, she then busted into some Ayn Rand-loving bullshit speech about how important capitalists and without them civilization as we know it would come to and screeching, exploding halt. First she tried to tell me the difference between “good capitalists” and “bad capitalists”, which I easily shot down by reminding her of the fact that its all about making money, no matter who gets exploited in the process.

She then tried to bring up examples like Steve Jobs. I said that she is confusing smart people with rich people. Because Capitalists are just money men that unfortunately smart people have to go through. Jobs was a rare example of someone that didn’t have to.

She kept up though. “Well, think about you Ipad…” trying to get me to love rich people because of a gadget that I can’t afford. So, I interrupted her this time, “MY IPAD?! HA HA HA! Hey, Jim! Listen to this! ‘My Ipad!’ Look at me! I’m the millionaire who can afford an ipad and can afford to go see a doctor every time I get sick! HAHAHAHAHAH!”

In the end, I reminded her that she had no concept of what it was to be a member of the working class. Her husband makes $90,000 a year, plus full health benefits, PLUS a four figure bonus at the end of the year for keeping our operating costs low. He keeps operating costs low by keeping most of us at staring pay and denying us benefits like health insurance. So every year he and missus get to spend a week in Hawaii and my and the rest of blue collar scum get ramen for dinner.

I also told her that there is no such thing a “good capitalist”, just as the Republicans and the Democrats are two halves of the same party: The Elitist Wealth-Protection Rich Man’s Party. They may vary on things like abortion, gun control or the environment but at their core they only represent the interests or the wealthy elite. 

She just tried to blow me off by telling me that I was not old enough to understand. I told her that it doesn’t matter what your age, you know what its like to be hungry and have some asshole with everything to tell you to eat cake. What its like to be so hungry you can’t go to sleep. To be a school and drink as much water at the fountain as you can to keep your stomach from hurting. To feel like a rich man when your lucky enough to have a jar of peanut butter and a sleeve of saltine crackers.

She would never understand because she was born into money and she will die with money.

And boss’s wife or no boss’s wife, I gave her my speech I give any time some rich fuck thinks that daddy’s money makes him better than everyone that has to work for their own money. “One of these days there is going to be a revolution in this country; and people like me are going to string people like you up, and all of daddy’s money won’t save you then.”

Surprisingly I did not called into the boss’s office or punished.

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I know many talented artists, I follow different artists on gallery and I am constantly surrounded by beautiful art in one shape or another. And I always feel so frustrated and impotent that I can’t create anything to save my life.

Its a disgusting feeling. Its sort of like my relationship with technology. I have zero experience with it. My parents could not afford the best “toys” so I have no idea how to program the ipod I found.

Helpless and angry. Like a ghost, I am in a world that I can see but can’t touch.

I just had to post something here to get it out of my system.

As I said before, I have douche bag stoner roommate. When he started subleasing from my old roommate, he starting being trouble: leaving messy, wasting electricity, eating my food. But, the thing that pisses me off is that he thinks I am some how obligated to provide for him certain comforts. As if it is not enough that I clean for him and feed him.

He thinks that my movie collection is his by right. That I am required to share it with him. I moved most of them to my room and I am planning to get a lock for it. He asked me where they are and I told them “in storage”. He said “Oh no! Soon there won’t be any movies!" 

I said, "Yeah. That’s a shame.”

If he wants something to watch that damn bad, he buy or rent his own. He should not rely on me. I don’t even like the bastard, I just tolerate him. And the last time I checked, rent covered water, sewage and garbage, not movies! When old roommie comes back for his TV then new roommie is shit out of luck. It is all going to live in my room with my little TV. Then he can entertain his own damn self. He has no movies of his own, no computer of his own, he doesn’t even own radio or a single damn book!

He will just make up for it by smoking more reefer than usual. Feel fine with being bored. 

I am all for sharing, but not with ungrateful assholes that I don’t even like.