Re-use, Recycle, and jam up your neighbor?!

Hey "Free Market" creepers, here's your free market:

May, 2010

After knowing about a line of jewelry that contained toxic metal Cadmium, WalMart stores finally withdrew the product from shelves only after an uproar flushed this transgression into the harsh spotlight of consumer revolt.

It was the "Miley Cyrus" line of jewelry, nice. Cadmium of often found in consumer electronics-- computer parts primarily. It is safe to assume that this crap jewelry was made in China. I speculate that some scumbag factory was PAID to take junk computer parts which they melted down, turned into shit jewelry, slapped on the "Miley Cyrus" badge that dumb-ass American consumers would be sucker for, and then sell this crap to American consumers. Nice work! Make a double profit off of poison.

If there were no consumer advocacy protection agencies (which free market supporters often loathe-- you know "Big Brother" they call watchdog groups that PROTECT) then the "Free Market" would have potentially passed this poison to consumers- primarily children- indefinitely.

Don't let anyone try to shovel you a load of shit about the "Free Market" takes care of iteself best without any intervention. If the Free Market had NO Intervention like these jackasses would prefer, the stores in this country would be loaded with toxic, malformed products that continually harm the average American consumer.

The Dive

He never found a fit in this world. His insight- external AND internal outpaced his ability to find a "productive fit" in this American Way. Years wore on, despair grew deeper until it was inescapable.

He was numb for many years now, rarely smiled, always wrapped in a smothering shroud of depression and sadness. He saw no way out of this depair, no positive future.

He climbed aboard the small Cessna, it flew 4500 feet, he jumped out. For many seconds he flew through the air, weightless, unencumbered by the earthly burdens that shackled him throughout his life. He smiled, hell it was really a Cheshire Cat grin, for one thousand, two thousand, three thousand feet. He screamed a primal scream, felt an energy pulse through him. He was free.

No parachute was opened, and it wasn't a mistake. At 800 feet he took one last look upward and closed his eyes and screamed. He was free.