Comrade X gets excited for a moment, thinking that perhaps, just perhaps, we have brought down a corporation.

Imagine if you will Comrade X's surprise when he saw this little card on the counter of a Starbucks one day. Now, some of you will surely ask, "But Comrade X, what were you doing in a Starbucks, the most visible and obvious of all the corporate entities against which you fight?" Well, the answer is twofold:

1. Comrade X likes their mochas (yes, even Comrade X is not above the hallucinatory appeal of the chocolate-flavored coffee beverage, and finds himself pulled by the very forces -- oh, so seductive! -- he daily fights against. Lo, how frail is Man! Even the most committed Revolutionary might, like Homer (not the one on the Simpsons, you media-saturated readers! The other one, that Greek guy), nod occasionally! But rest assured, Comrade X does not fall for the whole "experience" Starbucks is trying to create to assure customer recidivism. No, it's just that they put something in the chocolate syrup, I swear ...

2. Observation of the enemy, as Sun Tzu said (or might have said), is the key to winning the battle (or maybe it was having the high ground, I can't remember).

So, Comrade X finds himself at the counter, ordering his $3.50 mocha (outrageous!), when he spots the card above. What?! Starbucks Red? Can it be? Are they supporting the Revolution? Have they crossed over to the side of righteousness and revolutionary fervor? Are they ready to dismantle themselves from within and pick up the mantle of the oppressed proletariat? Cheered by this seemingly good news, Comrade X of course purchased said card, loaded it up with money (as the Revolution needs funds, he thought he would help the coming class war and current corporate dissolution). The oppressed "barista" put the card in a useless and wasteful card holder (assuming it was a gift? Or to cover the fact that we were co-conspirators in the Revolution, like hiding Mao's little red book in a Chinese newspaper?), and that was that. With a knowing wink and a look of (assuredly feigned!) confusion on the part of the oppressed worker, Comrade X left the establishment. Later, however, when he removed the card from its concealing package to revel in its glorious message, he noticed this written in the bottom corner, in very, very small type, on the inside of the top flap:

"enjoy $" Of course. How could Comrade X have been so blind? Enjoy money! The whole thing was a ruse, a joke, a message from the all-powerful capitalist overlords telling Comrade X EXACTLY what they are doing with all the money Comrade X has spent at that particular establishment over the years, and all the money he just put on that stupid card. Enjoy money! OF COURSE they enjoy money! How could I have been so blind? And and AND, what is worse, they are telling Comrade X to enjoy money, as well! It is a command, delivered from the controllers of money to those dispossessed of it, inflaming their desire for it, forcing them to work harder for lower wages to try to obey this demand! Enjoy money! Drink Coke! Love the Starbucks "experience"!

Bah!

How can I enjoy money if I give it all to them? Comrade X is upset. He needs a mocha.