clever, classless and free

clever, classless and free [1]

fiction
edward w pritchard

Perhaps capitalism is the virus, here, in America, like the good witch of the North is the good witch, a horse of a different color. Always there, smiling and blushing, staring out of a billion pages of treaties, constitutions, laws, rules, regulations and taxes. A little tired perhaps but always invisibly on the job.

See the interactive map of pre-Columbus America. See the small red stain start at Jamestown and Plymouth rock. See the red color saturate every river. See the red stain connect spread and saturate up every ancient sacred burial mound looking for treasure. See the States form on the interactive map roughly conforming to disappearing tribal hunting grounds. See the religions disappear. See the settlers work, and struggle, save, plan and worry.

See the 300 million people rushing about. See the people pay the fees to renew their license plates, have their grocery and pizza delivered and drive a driver-less vehicle.

Capitalism has a right to be a little tired here in America.