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So what if people want to wait outside all night to be certain they get something they want? I waited like a faggot all night in line for Wii, and you know what? So fucking what. We had fun out there with all the other faggots and it was really nice to walk away in the morning, looking at the sad faces of the people who showed up way too late, with a Wii and Twilight Princess under my arm.
Maybe it was a waste of 10 hours of my time, but who are you to judge?
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Look at this. The sense of fun and merriment one feels within the company of strangers with a thing in common has been isolated and grafted onto the back of the consumer machine. See how they've made it seem fun for us even to queue up and feed money back into the system. Our whole lives are oriented around consuming. Romero's Dawn of the Dead. The zombies are us man. That's what it's all about.
And look at the glee this competitive striver tells us she felt on being able to convert depressed, defeated faces into private gain. What? You didn't know that's what capitalism was about?
Tsk Society.
How ya doing, buddy?
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