Why I Detest Capitalism

Of course, it started in the home, though I had no idea of what capitalism was at the time. The earliest indication would’ve been my mother’s compulsive shopping, which now encompasses every closet in the house, four! Even today she’s the first to claim she has been cured through anonymous programs, and justifies this cure by shopping at yard sales for things she has no room/need for in her life.

As for me, I have been identified as spoiled. I am the oldest, so it makes sense, and as I sit here and type this post fifty-four years old, I have to admit that I am spoiled. I don’t like it and after fifty-four years have somehow come to despise wealth and celebrity. Millions of dollars as a salary is exorbitant; people with wealth are afforded opportunities: the perfect example would be Chris Brown; found guilty of FELONY assault and given a second chance by – albeit stupid – society; me FELON who could not secure employment for over 13 years!

Anyway, my contempt for capitalism increased with age, as I saw how it corrupts everything it touches. I live in Los Angeles County and collect Supplemental Security Income due to medical complications which preclude me from working. At $895/mo, I can’t even afford housing and remain , technically, homeless. And get this, I have been paying $200/mo for 10 years (approximately $31K over 13 years) to in a garage next door to my parents, who are also my landlords. Today, their preparation of the house in front really got to me and I viewed it as the tenants paying $3000/mo get favored just because they pay more. My garage could use some improvements, but once again, being poor equals no matter.

Even today, my mother is the first to be asking for money all the time. I know I owe her, I know where she lives, I even give financial updates, yet I feel harassed over money all the time. I pray for the day I am done paying her back and in the meantime, I take nothing from them. This combined with my guilty conscience from being a drug addict for so long, have taught me to hard on myself and to live and ascetic life. I know from personal experience that when I had the least, I was the happiest. I try to live in the vein and pray every day for Wall Street to crumble to the ground, along with the one percent.

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