We are the weeds in the Government's backyard
I looked at a weed growing in my backyard while throwing out trash. It was windy and sunny for a December in El Paso. The weed had ugly purple stems fading from its roots into frail yellow twigs blowing in the wind. Yet, it survives. In all its ugliness, it's futility, the little weed evolved to firmly grab the ground it grew itself on, to reach itself into the direction of the sun. The wind became more unpleasant and I went inside. The weed stands strong where it is. It internalized patience into it's existence; it's whole being desiring water to grow but understanding on some level it lives in a desert. Perhaps we should learn to cope with capitalism. I will argue that capitalism is good for the whole, but not for the individuals that make it up (with the 1% being the exception). Could anyone readily say they can live without the grocery store down the street? What about the electronics they use, the media they enjoy, the comforts of everything provided to someone living
