You have sold out to The Man. You sold out the day you were born. You sold out the day you wanted that toy that all the other kids at school had. You had to have it too. You sold out the day you saw that TV commercial and wanted what they were selling. You sold out to The Man. You sold out the day that you spent your allowance to go see that movie. You know, the one with that guy. He was so cool. Guess what. He's a sellout too. He sold his soul to make that movie. He sold out to The Man for fame and fortune and a limo and a hot tub. The guy that drives his limo is a sellout too. He sold out to pander to celebrity. He whored himself out to The Man and The Man's system of synthetic hierarchy so he could kiss the feet of another sellout. Everyone that bought a ticket to that guy's movie was a sellout. Everyone that saw the movie that bought one of the corporate sodas they were selling in the theater lobby sold out twice as much. The kids that worked in that theater sold out to The Man too. They spent the greatest years of their lives letting The Man pimp them so they could earn The Man's dollar so they could go spend it on The Man's clothes, shoes, music and so-called entertainment. What a viscious circle. It's a cage. He has you under his thumb. All of you.