The American Dream has just killed itself; or perhaps it was murdered, finally suffocated with a pillow by its own children for the insurance money. Our politicians are now owned by Coca-Cola, Target, and Walmart, and they get billion-dollar bonuses to make whatever laws their employers tell them to make; they get billion dollar bonuses to vote whichever way their employers tell them to vote; they get billion dollar bonuses to peel through the Constitution of the United States of America, eradicating and erasing any laws, rights, or principles that their employers tell them to eradicate and erase.
And whom is it that the biggest corporations in the world -- yes, foreign mega-corporations now own our rights, too -- are hoping to serve? What might be the political agenda of a Walmart, a Target, or a PepsiCo? The answer -- and your bleak future -- is right there in front of you; turn on a television or radio, surf through the Internet, take a walk down your streets, or go talk to anybody. Everything you see, hear, smell, touch, or taste has been designed by advertising men and women dressed in slick suits and wearing rectangular glasses. Your life is a product that you have been sold; they churn them out in fifteenth-floor board rooms all across the country every day. They own your soul, too; you bought God from a man on the street who was taking a break from the Three-Card Monte game he runs on a bench in the park.
Corporations exist only to serve themselves, and everything they do is by definition designed for their own benefit; i.e. to make money. Of course there are and have been for years laws in place to ensure that these corporations remain at least somewhat ethical; they can not, for example, pay their employees less than minimum wage, unless, of course, they own the minimum wage laws and the politicians who make them, which they now do, and they pay their politician/employee one billion dollars to lower the federal minimum wage to one dollar per hour.
The people who are responsible for selling rifles in aisle five, bullets in aisle six, and milk in the dairy department, the people who are responsible for censoring whatever pathetic excuse for art that we have left, and the people who hooked you on Starbucks coffee, Domino's pizza, Jay Leno, Taco Bell, and skinny jeans are now in charge of your rights; they can take them away at will, and before long, none of us will be able to stop them because we don't own the laws -- they do.
Walmart is our king. This is not a call to arms; this is an obituary.