Life Of Hell

My life of Hell at the hands of the capitalists

It all started in 1930, that was the year I was born
into the EVIL capitalist world which was to be my
nemesis. I am going to recount my life of HORROR at
the hands of these monsters. It will CHILL you to your

As a child I rarely saw my father. “Where is he?” I
would ask mother as she went around the house.
“working” came the reply. I wondered at this. I asked
my grandfather what work was, he said “well, your
daddy makes things at a factory and then he gets a
wage packet so he can buy all these things” he’d say
nodding over to things like furniture, paper and pens,
clothes and food. My father did not make these things,
yet apparently owned them!. Clearly something was
going on – New words were entering my young
consciousness – exploitation! Injustice!!

My father had saved money so that I would go to
school, to learn about the world they said! pah! All I
learned was why 2 apples plus two apples was 4, how
gravity does what it does, how some dark group called
the founding fathers had insisted people be free! I
later learned that education was not a place for
fathers to send their children to learn such things as
FACTS, facts which would make them able to exploit
people who didn’t know the same FACTS or who couldn’t
use them!! I learned that so called clever children
were somewhere called the ‘head of the class’, and I
can tell you I did not like it – what did cleverness
have to do with it! But those capitalist PIGS kept
telling me about how things worked, kept giving me
SKILLS! Where was the justice in that?

Into young adulthood I knew I had to discover the
nature of this evil exploitation! I had to experience
it myself! With the SKILLS I had been made to know I
was able to gain something they called ’employment’ at
a factory similar to the one my father worked in, the
year was 1948. There were machines and fellow WORKERS
and there were suited men who informed us as to our
tasks. These men, I was told by my foreman, had
organised the construction of the factory in our town
that he was pleased because he had gotten a ‘good
job’. Where was the justice in that? But I knew that
those people had worked out how factories should run
for another reason! to exploit! In return for the
fairly simple tasks I was given I got something called
a wage – aha I thought, now this will prove me right!
Inside was a check for money. I knew I was a ‘wage
slave’ now, I was going to experience the full horror
my fellow WORKERS seemed unaware of.

With these ‘wages’ I found I could rent an apartment I
wouldn’t know how to build myself, could buy food from
all over America (it must have been exploited food!)
and later the world! Within two years of this HELL I
had acquired a car, the workings of which were a
mystery to me, and had been tempted away by my misled
WORKMATES into ENJOYING holidays. In fact I once drove
my evil capitalist car across the whole state in less
than a day! It would have taken me days to walk it –
how did those capitalists make me do it! Those suited
men had come into our town with their fancy
exploitation machine – the factory – and within 2
years I had gone from having nothing to living in an
apartment and owning a car – all for operating a
CUTTING machine in this factory! Where was the justice
in that? How could those capitalist dogs torture me
like this! How could they exploit us in this way! I
had to know more!

My neighbours in the next apartment were a young
couple. I was suspicious of them, people spoke of the
man, Joe, as being ‘ambitious’ and ‘clever’, well I
knew what that meant. In time he might become a
MONSTER like the suited ones at the factory, forcing
people to work and live in the apartments and 3
bedroom houses of this innocent COMMUNITY. Once this
Joe insisted I borrow his new vacuum cleaner, “its
great, go ahead” he said. I waited for the charge, the
exploitation. Clearly Joe had a long term plan for me,
because he didn’t ask for anything. No doubt those poor
WORKER fools at the factory would call him ‘generous’
but I knew better – so I took this vacuum cleaner and
used it. What a devils invention! It exploited the
dust out of my carpets like the factory exploited us!!
Within minutes my floor was clean and hygienic! Those
CAPITALIST BASTARDS had made me clean my floor in a
tenth of the time, and better than I could have done
it alone – and what was worse – Joe owned the
capitalist hoover that did it – and forced me to use
it! Forced me to save all that time!! Where was the
justice in that? I knew that Joe was a very dangerous
man when he once mused “you know, I think I could sell
these things!”. In years to come I would go white with
horror knowing what Joe became!

I had to escape this SLAVERY and OPPRESSION. I left
work at age 35, by then I had been at the EVIL factory
for 17 years, they had exploited me into a more
skillful position – even conniving to train me in
newer machines which did things in minutes that would
have taken me months! What sick capitalist had
invested in such sorcery! Then to add insult to injury
– they raised my SLAVEWAGE! For fifteen of these years
I had been brainwashed into heavily investing money
into something called the stock exchange, for
something called the ‘future’. I was being exploited
in several businesses now, via this evil exchange – I
would experience the HORROR of destitution at the
hands of these capitalists for sure! But at 35 I
stopped and sought out a COMMUNITY of equals.

I found such an idyllic community of equals under a
bridge! A wonderful place where no one was poorer than
the next man! Where no one was ‘clever’, where no one
exploited me into a heated apartment! If bread were to
be found by this friendly class conscious collective
we would decide by a system of democracy who got it.
The charismatic 18 stone ex-wrestler “doughnut head”
Tommy must have been very needy, because his bowling
ball fists were quick to vote! It was a beautiful
community – no one exploited us into comfortable
homes! We enjoyed communal banter and knifings at
night – oh the spirit of togetherness, surely all this
nonsense about people being individuals was refuted.
But the evil CAPITALISTS wouldn’t leave us alone.
Apparently this modern age of industrialisation had
produced something they called abundance, so much so
that the SICK capitalist dogs would send their
warriors into our wonderful social community and offer
us the filthy trinkets of food and coffee, in the name
of CHARITY – oh the perversion of their minds, it
reminded me of Joe!

Later in life I left the bridge community, Our jolly
comrade “doughnut head” Tommy had beaten a fellow
community dweller to death over a dollar note – surely
proof that money was the root of all evil!! I
disappeared into the mountains for years, struggling
to live off the land – oh the joy of being free of the
evil capitalists, the joy of sharing my community with
the wonders of nature! the bitter cold, poisonous
snakes, pouring rain, disease and starvation! But even
then the VICIOUS capitalists would not let me be.
Once, when trapped on a mountainside, a capitalist pig
spotted me with some contraption or other and they
‘rescued’ me in something called a ‘helicopter’ – a
man could FLY across mountains and land in clearings!
What capitalist evil investment had bought about this
unnatural blight!! What was worse – the sickening
capitalist who rescued me could talk to his evil
cronies via a plastic box, a “real life saver” he
said!!! A capitalist tool of exploitation no doubt!!
Helpless on a mountainside they had rescued me – where
was the justice in that?

Then in 1995 I returned to my home town, a chill of
horror swept through me as I saw the destruction and
turmoil the capitalists had visited upon the town.
There were more people, there were parks, many shops,
more factories and so many evil material goods, all
forcing the hapless exploited fools into their slavish
lifestyle of constant food supply, housing, medical
treatment, early retirement, increased longevity, mass
communications and regular holidays – the TORTURE of
those poor exploited workers! I can tell you that as I
stumbled through the streets I was overwhelmed by the
destruction and chaos of their street lighting & rows
of private houses, but as I turned the corner the
coldest CHILL set in. There was Joe, on a podium – it
was his retirement party and behind him was an
enormous retail complex! Oh the dark evil horror, I
learned from the admiring brainwashed fools that Joe
had indeed started selling vacuums, then other evil
capitalist labor saving devices – he had set up a shop
and built it into a retail and distribution business
that grew as the town did! I had suspected Joe all
along, but the true depth of his depravity was
revealed when I heard one man say “he employs 100
people now you know” and smiled “I joined when it was
just one shop!” – Didn’t he realize? didn’t he know he
had been exploited? Did none of them know that Joe was
evil? That he had bought a double glazing, two cars,
annual holiday, medical insurance, children’s education
HELL to his EXPLOITED workforce?

Finally, the greatest horror. After an evil capitalist
charity had given me a room for a week I was visited
by the FACE of evil. A man representing some
investment company. “I’m glad I’ve tracked you down” he
said, handing me a check “That investment trust you
entered into all those years ago, well its come
through. Not bad for 15 years of investment I think
you’ll agree” he smiled! Always those SMILES! My face
dropped, it was the stock exchange trust I had
invested into, fully knowing that I would face ruin at
the hands of the exploiters! This was their wicked
trick, this was a check for $127,000. The young man
said something about “a wise investment” and “compound
interest” but I knew what it meant – they had won!
They had exploited me into a comfortable retirement.
Where was the justice in that?

I ask you, I worked for 17 years in a fairly simple
factory job making things I didn’t know how to design,
using machines I could never equal with my bare hands
– I worked 40 hours a week with 2 weeks annual
holiday, for that I could go out and live in an
apartment I would be unable to build, buy a car I
could not conceive of, be treated for illnesses I
could not comprehend, during these years I followed
the advice of investing into other companies I knew
nothing of. Even as I didn’t work I received food and
clothing from strangers, even as I was threatened with
death I was rescued by a man whose skills in a
helicopter were as unfathomable to me as the machine
he flew. And at the end, due to only 15 years of
sensible investment I received enough for a retirement
of relative comfort, to be able once more to buy
things I could never make myself.

I ask finally – where was the justice in that?