Exile on Main Street

Normal Americans once used to Escalades and McMansions now live in exile from the American Dream. Asslickers who once scored $250k/yr are self-pirahnaizing their 401ks and savings, beleiving that redemption is but one Joel Osteen sermon away. Because their thinking is boxed by the Previous American Experience (PAM), they sit in their hollowed out castles completely unaware of the global labor arbitrage that is in the process of rotisserie-roasting them to death. Huddled around the fire are global elitists and hungry ChIndians who long not to have a Christmas home in Santa Fe, but an indoor shitter and some tp to give them and their assholes a new standard of living. Americans can't compete with that. First and foremost, because we aren't willing to. Johnny Walker Blue used to be in Human Resources shuffling papers and hiring hot assistants with tramp stamps that almost made him think he could trash the Cialis prescription. But now that the wife is looking for a Bigger Better Deal (BBE) and the tennis pro at her former country club just gave her 6 orgasms in one night, Johnny changes his tune. Suddenly Wendy's and McDonalds aren't just places for late-night drive thrus, but maybe for early-morning career revival. As a friend once pointed out, Indians and Chinese are plentiful enough and cheap enough to satisfy global demand for just about every good and service. That makes the rest of us nothing but delusional burrito-eating shit factories.