Today I was fortunate enough to have the pleasure of contributing to the exploitation of workers on an international level by purchasing some articles of clothing. I did not go shopping, men don't shop. I knew what I wanted to get and got what I wanted so I am not a shopping exploiter of the human race, just an American consumer that can't find anything made in America.
The items I purchased: 3 mock turtlenecks from Jordan, a pair of jeans from Costa Rica and 2 fleece pullovers from Vietnam (this one is my favorite because now I can exploit the family members of some of those that may have taken a few shots at me a few years back. Maybe even the shooter since many of them are probably still forced to work just to get by).
Since there were 3 continents involved at least no one can say I am not an equal opportunity exploiter. I would just like a chance to exploit an American once in awhile, I would be willing to pay for the privilege.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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I've seen you shop before.
In the golf store.
oooh, called out by your own daughter!
That's not shopping, as I stated, real men don't shop. That was just looking around with no intention to buy, that is unless I found something which then becomes exactly what I knew I wanted and then of course it is not shopping because I knew that is what I wanted and I went there to get it. Get it?
I'd be willing to pay for the priviledge of exploiting an American as well instead.
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