I am a communist. Marx got it right: “There must be something rotten in the very core of a social system which increases its wealth without diminishing its misery.” How do you measure misery. When I am writing in foreign countries, I like to go visit grocery stores. I go straight to the potato bin. How many people are grabbing potatoes. What do the potatoes look like. How much does a single potato cost. Here’s what I see: A crowd of elderly women fighting each other over potatoes that are moldy, filthy, small, gnarled, pieces of garbage. Where are this country’s leaders. They’re usually hidden away behind the temple’s walls, guarded by an army of deviants so a creature of their kind can spread his poison. Americans love their toxic culture. The rich get the nice potatoes. Elderly women get the worms. The rich scream that they saw a worm in their potato. The poor eat the worm. The capitalism you have convinced the poor to eat does not trickle up to the rich. What trickles up to the rich are the tax breaks they seek. All those poor rich people. Someone should pay for the misery the rich have to deal with. Brooms and pitchforks. We need a new fund for deviants. A slush fund to grow more worms. When people get sick, it’s their own fault. The rich need more money because the help have been arrested along with their relatives and children.  Get on the plane. The deviant has no economic agenda. America refuses to see that the deviant has been spreading worms in the potato bin. – tim barrus