Capitalism. Where the hedonistic treadmill is the answer to every question. Including why the US is so low on the global happiness report.

Keep stuffing your ugly face with french fries fatty. That grease is the closest simulation of love and purpose and connection to something greater you'll ever feel. Fat fuck.

When your only sense of identity is which of several pre-fabricated videogame character skins you've decided to purchase. You've made it. Keeping spending. Just keep spending sweet cheeks. You're a gamer. That's what makes you you. Spend or we'll eat you and your entire family. Good boy.

Products. We know you love products. Nice boxes. Nice smooth sleek boxes with the protective slick plastic wrapping. Make an unboxing video. Unboxing porn. Newness. Fresh. Fresh sneakers. The air force ones. Absolutely fresh mint products. You can choose the color. Which color is the most "you"? Which color expresses "you" the most, out of the eight that our global marketing team determined the millions of consumers are most likely to enjoy? Are you an apple boy or a google boy? That's really all that matters. If I see one more unboxing video today I might come. Oh so many fresh products to buy. Yummy. If there's more to this life than freshly marketed products than I don't want to know about it.

Look, my gaming library is organized by year and color. Goods. Yummy commodities. The Stoics? Who? Forget them. They're uncool, poor. Worthless. But games? Character skins? Nacho cheese gorditas? Cumming into a Portuguese hooker after a face full of blow? What more is there, friend? The Republicans had it right from the start. I weep at my lord the almighty dollar. Offer your family to receive your Eucharist, the almighty dollar. Games. Gamer. Number 10 taco bucket meal. The holy trinity. My raison d'etre. My love. I .. am.. happy...