Dear George,
When I came to this morning, it was pitch black. As I lay there with the rank taste of last night’s decadence fouling my breath, I could hear a faint rustling like the sound cohorts of cockroaches make as they scurry across a vinyl floor.
Then I remembered, and my mood brightened: It was Black Friday and America was out in the predawn gloom digging themselves deeper into their graves of indebtedness.
What a work of art is debt, how wonderful and marvelous. The proles are so blinded by the blinking lights and beeps of their toys they never feel debt’s chain slowly squeezing the life out of them.
Yours is the first ever authoritarian regime to recognize the efficacy of dunning letters as instruments of political control.
It is a one-two punch. First, proles are raised to believe in a pious thrift that preaches living within their means. Then the Tempter begins whispering in their ears about the good life that will be theirs if they will just take on a little debt. It is the democratic thing to do. Why should the rich have all the goodies when plastic promises the same perks for Joe Public and his family? Before they know it, they are chained to a Promethean rock of indebtedness as the Corporatist State plucks away at their livers.
With that, the shroud of State control closes around them. You see, George, an oppressed people will rebel; an indebted people will take a second or third job just to stay current with their payments. With that, they are too harried to think of rebellion.
Their indebtedness becomes their private shame they are unwilling to share with family or friend. This nips in the bud the emergent solidarity that can raise the class-consciousness that can lead to revolution.
It is days like Black Friday that maintain the illusion of prosperity that is so important to conceal the Corporatist State’s decaying economy as your supine media sings its happy songs of joyful good times.
Happy Holidays, George. May your unitary power grow like the bellies of the vermin that feed on the carcass of a once prosperous nation.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
5:27:39 AM 
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