Capitalism's finer moments

I was just cruising around the internets on this lovely Friday afternoon, sort of waiting for the day to end and my vacation to start, and enjoying my cramped and utterly featureless new office. Enjoying it because everyone else has left already and it's very quiet. And it's tidy, because I just moved in yesterday and arranged everything exactly how I like it. I'm enjoying it while it lasts.

Anyway, in my blogular travels, I stopped by Aunt Twisty's place to see if there were any good dinner ideas, or some bug pictures I hadn't seen, or maybe a new pic of the adorable puppy, Bert.

Nothing on the puppy front, nor any new bugs, alas.

I was greeted, rather, by the bizarrely chuckling visage of a crowned and be-robed Sun Myung Moon over a post about the virtual monopoly vertical integration his organization True World Foods apparently has achieved in the sushi restaurant-supply biz.

Damn. That guy is seriously weird. If you're not familiar with the extent of Moon's weirdness, or with the enormous extent of his influence, check out John Gorenfeld's weblog here and Moon-related articles here.

Where will it all end? I mean, look at me: I want sushi. I don't want to give my money to the Moonies Unification Church. I want sushi. I don't want to give money to --- fuck it, if you're not giving your money to one set of evil wackjobs, you'll probably end up giving it to another. You're a taxpayer, right? We're all complicit.

At least now I know what I want for dinner.

Via IBTP, also Majikthise, and Hum Like Hornet Swarms, and probably a bunch of others; I think this story broke earlier this week.