"So where am I and what is that awful smell?"

I'm not good with introductions so I'll just stand up and make it quick.

My name is Floyd, and I'm a capitalist.

Yes, yes, you can smell the bacon grease dripping from my pores.  You'd sling rotten fruit at me if you didn't think I'd just make a snack out of it or drop in the trough with the rest of the swill and save it for later.  But here's an interesting tid-bit of information for you.

Brace yourself.

No, seriously, sit down and grab your chair.

You are probably a capitalist too.  Yes you.  Oh, I know you want to sling that rotten fruit at me too.  Heck, you probably got that rotten fruit from some subsidized farmer's silo where there are probably piles of it moldering, never to be nibbled on.

So where do I get off calling you such a filthy name?  Well, do you have an investment portfolio?  Do you have a 401K through your work?  Heck, do you have a savings account at the local bank?  Well, then you my friend should take a big ol' bite from that rotten piece of fruit yourself because you are a capitalist.  A dirty, filthy, swill-slurping capitalist.  

But look, it ain't all bad and this little corner of the blogosphere is set up to tell you why.  When I'm through with you, you will be a lean, mean, commie-crushing machine.  Or, at the very least you'll have a better perspective on how free market economies operate and if you are still not convinced, you'll have plenty of informed ammunition with which to strengthen your resolve.  And if we're all a little more educated that can't be a bad thing right?  And, of course, I welcome your rotten fruit with open arms.  That's what the comment section is for.  I fully admit I don't have all the answers and sometimes I don't even know all the questions.  So lend me a hoof.

So come on into the sty, I even put some swill in your trough.  Dig in!