Restoring Honor and DIgnity to . . . My Life??

Today, in the wake of the Republican National Convention and the close of Gustav's recent trek through the Gulf Coast, I actually spent a majority of my day under hypnosis by my computer.  I entered the second of two research protocols into the online program.  These protocols are tedious and arduous, at the hands of the pharmaceutical industry.  We are trying to see if a medication can help some of my patients with improved quality of life.  However, I realize that I really had the drug companies and capitalism.  I feel like a drug whore. . .it makes me feel so cheap and dirty.

Capitalism is the root of evil.  However, if I lived in Cuba, I would have to give up the Banana Republic sales.  I would probably be limited to one iTunes download per 6 month interval.  I also would not be able to own a laptop--I would probably have to share my old Dell laptop with my father, brother, aunts, uncles, and first cousins.  I would only be able to own my one old pair of Gap jeans--my Banana Republic and 7 for all Mankind jeans would be rationed to my friends and family.  I am sure that I could sneak them in and hide them in a bomb shelter from the government.  Of course, as I contemplate giving up my possessions to my loved ones to share wealth in honor of Karl Marx, I am inundated with the Republican National Convention.  There was a plethora of lame speeches beginning with President Bush.  Fred Thompson and Joe Lieberman rounded out the crapfest, which was entertaining, actually.  It is a very monochromatic experience, with an occasional splash of brown to offset the lack of color in the auditorium.  However, the Labor Day weekend had several replays of of of my new favorite shows "Top 20 Political Sex Scandals".  I always love a good sex scandal, and E! channel has redeemed itself.  The number one scandal is that classic with then Governor Elliot Spitzer of New York, a vigilante who brought down many white collar criminals and his thing for prostitutes.  I am amazed with this Emperor's Club "escort" service and the diamond classification system.  I think if I were like a one-diamond, I would just give it up.  I still aspire to be a stripper--maybe I can hook up with an aging C.E.O. of a drug company.