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Don't Buy Anything!

Don't buy a damned thing unless you absolutely, 100% need it.

Want to get this country, hell, this WORLD back on track? Hit the large companies (who in case you didn't realize it, RUN this world!) where it hurts. Buy ONLY what you need. Don't concern yourself with buying union, organic, local, domestic or imported. Buy ONLY what you absolutely need.

This planet has turned into a fucking shopping mall. Corporate Big Brother tells you what you want, in the form of media. Do you really need a $300 cell phone? Hell no. You don't. Do you really need expensive shoes? Hell no. Just because something carries a label is no guarantee you're buying what you think you are.

Organic? Unless you grew it yourself, you have no real idea. So don't fall for it.

Want to know why there are so few record stores and book stores anymore? To take away your freedom of choice. Why read a book when you can watch the latest reality TV show? Why go browsing through a record store when chances are you'll just download whatever music is being shoved down your throat. Hell...you probably won't even pay for the download. The corporations already own the radio stations and major record labels. They've already paid for the product. Their investment is insured. They'll find a way to make you think you're rippin' off the man when in reality, you're just lining his pockets.

Rampant consumerism is the disease thrust upon us by the corporations. They just want to sell us crap and keep their profits up. It's an unwinnable game though. At some point, the ceiling has to come crashing down. And who do you think is gonna be left in the shit? It won't be the corporations. They're probably already designing the business model for the clean up...at our expense.

Of course, no one will ever stop purchasing. We're all convinced that we NEED crap. We NEED a giant TV to watch....what? American Fucking Idol? Zombies? The Weather Channel?  We believe that we just have to have that latest cell phone. It's TECHNOLOGY! That's science...right? Science is supposed to be a good thing, right?

Face it, your clothes are made in sweatshops. Your food is poisoned. Your water is too. So is the air. Everything is taxed and taxed some more. Doctors can't do their jobs properly because the corporations own the hospitals, pharmaceutical companies, drug stores and insurance companies. There are no cures anymore. Only treatments. Treatments are more profitable.

The corporations have found that as long as WE are buying everything they sell, all can continue. Corporations create diversions. THIS is good. THAT is bad. Listen to US! Don't listen to THEM! It's all a game. Orwell called it! Oceania, Eurasia and Eastasia exist...and the war is perpetual. No winner. No losers. Just more and more stuff that you're told you want and probably can't truly afford.

Use the same razor for 2 months. Drink your Victory gin. Everything you buy is just another statistic for the corporations. Using that information, they'll decide what to make more of...and what should be new and improved. And we'll all buy it.

Suckers.

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