I've worked hard all week.... endured the degradation implied by following a boss's orders.... had to smile when I didn't mean it... in short, I had to eat shit.
But now the weekend is here, and I can do whatever I want.
I can play my music so loud that my neighbors get annoyed, but hey, F. them!
It's my music and my house.
And I can let my dogs run free in my fenced in lawn. And they can shit and bark at anyone they choose. It is my lawn and it is my shit.
Now I can experience the pleasure of freedom, capitalist freedom...
No, I've never read Frederick Douglass's "Life of a Slave". Why do you mention it?
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