I do not want my children to establish meaningful relationships with corporate mascots. If they do, I will not be responsible for it. I do not want that blood on my hands. I do not wish to treat them like little drug addicts that need their next fix from a pimp in clown makeup.
I think it’s disgusting that children identify with corporations at all. From the cradle to the grave is what they want in a customer. We should all be ashamed of ourselves for letting it go this far…but I know that we are not.
I believe we are selling our children into a kind of slavery that we will never break free from ourselves – but we at least had a choice. Our own slavery is one that we entered into willingly. We all shook hands with Devil and let him slake our thirst for convenience and give unto us the gift of unending desire for sugar, fat and salt.
If there is a Devil he looks like Ronald McDonald. He comes bearing gifts and he wants all of our children. He will eat their hearts and collect their heads like so many trophies on the wall; miles and miles of tiny heads, each one happier than the last. He sits atop a mountain of little heads; his mouth blood-stained and with a perma-smile upon his face – his kingdom for our children. That’s brand loyalty.
He’s your momma, he’s your daddy, he’s that nigga in the alley, he’s your doctor when in need (want some Coke, have some fries), you know him, he’s your friend, your main boy, thick and thin, he’s your pusherman.
You invite him into your home, sit him at the dinner table and smile as he shoves a needle into your lusting veins. He hangs his IV bag and laughs as you fade into a corn-fed and syrup coma. I’d call it “rape” but you invited him over after all, as well as paid for the privilege of his company.
Ronald will fuck you and take your children with him to collect their hearts and heads. He will leave you strung out and hollow and he will always be back for more. He will eat your soul from the inside out and come ’round late at night to make sure you fulfill your part of the bargain.
If it’s any consolation, you are not alone. He has raped billions. He is in fact the greatest serial rapist the United States of Corporations has ever known. He will fuck you and make a commercial out of it. You will smile and play to the camera. They will call it McRape.
You’re lovin’ it.
