And here is yet another reason why.
Just a taste:
There is a terrible science fiction-like awe in the autonomous American economic monolith, in the way that it provides for us, feeds on us and keeps us as its both its lavish pets and slaves. The commodity economy long ago enslaved Americans and other “developed” capitalist societies. But Americans in particular. The most profound slavery must be that in which the slaves can conceive of no other possible or better world than their bondage. Inescapable, global, all permeating, the commodities economy rules so thoroughly most cannot imagine any other possible kind of economy.
It comes down to owning stuff, and that the stuff we own also owns us (as anyone paying rent for a storage locker can attest). Transmogrified by industrial materialism, we have become what we own. More specifically, what we are observed by the rest of our society as owning. In the commodified society of industrial materialism, owning is being. So much so, that politicians bandy the term “ownership society” about, not only without causing the public to gag, but to cheers. Even liberals who claim to dislike the term don’t want to be in a “We don’t own shit society.”
And thanks, Sis. Sharon, for the link.

Classic Bageant.
“Humping The Big Lie.”
“We are a nation following the appearance of national leadership.”
“Hope is political pabulum for an infantilized nation.”
Can’t get enough Bageant these days.
But he seems mighty chipper in this assay. I hope he’s feeling alright.
I wouldn’t want him to lose his edge.
I don’t think he’s losing his edge. Maybe he just had a good tortilla.
Hey! He stole my thunder. I am having a big garage sale come spring where I purge myself of all the stuff that I have accumulated over the past 30 years.
I’ve found moving to be a great purging experience. If I give it away, I don’t have to pick it up.
Or clean it.
True. I’m trying to remember the last time I dusted. I know it was warm outside…
Mario,
I am calling dibs right now for the Nixon Now lawn sign, and any Pet Rocks you may have lying around…don’t worry, I’ll pay top dollar for your stuff.
Mario, didn’t you frame all your Nixon yard signs so they’d look better hanging there in your den?