I,
am,
not,
a,
capitalist!
I am a pure Darwinist, not polluted by notions of financial attainment climbing the ladder of my material betters like a lemming headed for the moon.
I just want to slaughter your men and breed on your women!
However, having lost 34 stick fights to a financial consultant and been trounced in scrabble by another of his shekel-counting ilk, I do respect their prowess.
So here is a money grubbing fiend’s blog, a blog that has surprisingly artsy book titles for sale. Perhaps this guy was raped by a feminist and she spawned—imbuing his offspring with creativity. This site is an excellent example of the fact that creativity is not the province of the Left—and the Right not consequently forever cursed to bland repetition—but of the opposition to authority.
And since the Left is in power their arts have been palling to droning vapidity and we now have some rising Right wing writers.
Tell Captain Capitalism I sent you and maybe I’ll get a free copy of A Dead Bat in Paraguay.
