I was passing a truck today on my way to work emblazoned with the slogan, "You deserve the best". This is a common sentiment expressed by retailers here in the US, that everyone seemingly deserves the best. Is this really so?

Do I deserve the best? Well, not really. I'm a working class person. I'm good folk. I cost you nothing and I put into your society with both money and good citizenship, but I'm nothing exemplary. I'm not necessarily a stand out. I'm not a genius or an inventor. I didn't make your life far more meaningful than it would have otherwise been. Do I deserve the best? No, actually I don't. Since I'm a working person who costs you nothing, I deserve pretty good, but I don't deserve the best.

The best should be reserved for the best. The great thinkers, the great heroes, the great minds, the great inventors, the great contributors. Who deserves the best? Men like Buzz Aldrin deserve the best. Men like Lief Erikson deserve the best. Women like Marie Curie and Phyllis Schlafy deserve the best. People who made real sacrifices and produced real gains for society are the ones who deserve the best.

Today, thanks to predatory capitalism and jewish agenda, we live in a society where every useless sod thinks he's on par with the greatest men to walk the earth. Every ghetto nigger with the money to garner himself a mass produced cell phone and plated gold chain thinks he's hotter shit than a gamma ray burst. You can buy yourself a new car at retail price? Congratulations, you're a fucking rocket scientist sex machine! You're instantly the most amazing fucker to walk the earth. Oh how special you are. A reality show should be made to simply showcase your grandeur. Or so you think. Or so you're told. Or so you were sold.

The dovetailing agendas of the global corporate elite and the jewish elite have created a legion of childlike monsters, each one grabbing his crotch more forcefully than the last, proclaiming, "Look at me, look at me, I'm the best you've seen!" Each one caught in a hopeless web of self aggrandizement, a newly born Narcissus, so different from all the rest, right? An Icarus who's wings will work THIS time!

An entire generation of bratty adult children, all dreaming of being looked at so they can ever so subtly look away. Self worshipers, megalomaniacs, men and women forever hanging on the cross in their own minds, martyrs in their own private soap operas, hoping against hope that you think their soap opera is just as interesting as they do. Self absorbed, venal, vacuous, always looking for the next audience.

And the accomplishments? Nothing. Wearing a dress that shows the bottom half of your cooch. Putting plastic bags full of silicone in your chest, flexing your muscles in front of the mirror, plastering your face with make up, wearing the popular deodorant, buying the latest whatever the fuck. That's all. That's all it takes to make you a modern day hero. A "somebody". Buy the product. Define yourself with the brand. Ape the commercial. Speak the slogan. You are so very, very important. Yes, just you. Just you. You are the best!