No survival without Capitalistic trinkets enhance our survival

It’s been so long. Did you miss me? Did you hear about the latest breakthrough for capitalism? The Berlin Wall is hot on the market in America. Who could possibly pass up the opportunity of owning a piece of history.

Well it seems this piece of wall is packaged with a customs ticket proving it is actually from Berlin. I used to have something similar as a child, but I called it a PET ROCK.

As I grew older, the fascination with an immovable gray piece of sediment wore off, as I thought it did with most people, so what’s the deal? Are people digressing to childhood, fulfilling the lack of a pet rock in their lives or just being suckered by someone taking advantage of the system? You tell me.

Well tell me or not, I choose to follow the former. Point of fact, hasn’t the American public been suckered before by neat little gadgets performing feats barely stimulating the mind?

“The slinky, the slinky, fun for a girl and a boy.” This wonderful toy bounced down flights of stairs with amazing liveliness entertaining children nationwide. But what exactly is a slinky? Is it the longest box spring in the world or possibly a metal worm.

In either case, my slinkies (let me emphasize the plural, hence the affectiveness of advertising) lasted on an average of about three hours, though I’m sure stretching it across the doorway to my sisters’ bedroom didn’t help its life span.

Even in today’s toy stores, slinkies are abundantly stocked (yes, I worked at a toy store as a stocker for one miserable summer of whining children, teaching me the appealing aspects of child abuse).

How is it a gizmo capable of walking down stairs fascinates people? Hell, I can do that! I’d accept three bucks for walking down a staircase, for an extra two bucks I’d even walk back up. Slinky eat your heart out!

How about the hula hoop. First, why a “hula” hoop? Why not a hollow hoop, or more appropriately a humiliating hoop? Everytime I see someone, granted this excludes children 10 and under because they don’t care what they’re doing as long as they’re having a good time, shaking every piece of flab trying to sustain a neon hoop, well, let’s just say it gives me goose pimples.

So we spend another three bucks on a huge circle in order to embarass and frustrate ourselves trying to defy the fundamental law of gravity. Somehow folks, I don’t see the logic behind it.

Life goes on until we find another amusing toy, unfortunately the toys have become representative as time ticks on, such as a symbol of democracy from the Berlin Wall.

Freedom is not a toy and should not be for sale. Capitalism has a way of twisting well-thought emotionally effective actions into money-based objects.

One of the most religious occassions of the year has become a feeding ground for business vultures finding new ways to package their merchandise to best appeal to a child’s heart.

Granted, I’m always harping on capitalism as some enormous evil and without it I would be homeless, malnourished and uneducated living off pigeons’ leftovers, but how about remembering the quality of something over its mass productivity?