I'm not quite smart enough to put my finger on it, but whenever I see someone screech about the horrors of socialism while extolling the singular virtue of 2025 capitalism I can’t help but think about this excerpt from a CERtain someone’s debut best non-selling novel:
I handed him his apple juice and turned to the stovetop to finish his plate off with some rice and beans.
“How ‘bout some of these rice n' beans, buddy?”
“No! NO rice n beans!”
The bottom of his sippy cup came slamming down on the island in utter defiance.
“Really? I dunno buddy, they look really, really good.”
My back was to him as I plopped the rice and beans into their correct slot on his plate.
“No! No Rats, no rice n beans!”
“You sure?”
I carried the plate to the island where he defiantly sat, pointing and shouting at me to not even try to feed him that crap.
“No! NO RICE N BEANS!”
“Okay, lil’ buddy, you got it.”
I simply put his plate down in front of him and waited. He looked at the plate, staring at the rice and beans.
“Rats, what’s this?”
“Mexican food.”
Without hesitating he dug in.
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