Category:Spam

Unsolicited solicitations. Canned meat that is made for you to eat.

Son, we live in a world that has market order, and that order has to be maintained by men with wallets. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Frater Chaos4Lulz? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You laugh and smoke, and you curse the Money-Men. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That our market-driven economy, while often tragic, eases lives. And my marketing, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, eases lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that Wall St., you need me on that Wall St. We use words like cash, money, cream. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent creating wealth. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket bought with the very money that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way; Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a marketing booklet, and spam a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.