It's a rich man's world

Today's weird word is... Fimetarious: living in excrement.

Such is the life of the poor people: aspiring for things out of their reach. Grasping for something that is neither here nor there. Getting swindled by the sweet sweet media that couldn't lie to us, that always tries to look after our best interest.

I just watched a commercial on the tv. A guy is buying something with a credit card, and the moment the clerk swipes the card in the thingamajig a little furry ball appears out of thin air. A voice announces: "Everytime you buy sometime, happiness is created".

So you, lowly member of the proletariat, are left to assume that with your purchases you'll be happier and satisfied. Nirvana is just a ticket away. I wonder how long does this bliss last. How many things do you have to buy to reach peace of mind, to be truly one with nature. a oneself in its pure conception.

But the commercial ends, and so does you money -and your power- leaving you alone, in a fimetarious state of being: as empty as your wallet. In this society, you are what you have. Plain and simple.

This is so depressing.... maybe I should go and buy something nice.
After all the TV says it's ok.