Dealing with the Hydra

One of the things that I have trouble with is dealing with the devil.  Oh, don't get me wrong, the devil and I have gone skipping down the lane, hand in hand, more times than I care to remember, but I nearly always regret it and the aftershock of guilt plays too pivotal a role in my psyche.

My current bout of guilt and the accompanying nausea rotate around the medusa-like embrace of Amazon.  I still can't believe that these fuckers haven't been shut down yet.  They have their fingers in every imaginable pie and rake off a cut of damn near everything.  Trying to obtain things that one needs/wants outside of their clutches is damn near impossible.

So, the other day I gave up and signed up for a one-month free trial of Amazon Prime.  I wonder if this might mark me with the sign of the beast?

But, as this life goes on, and I need a new vacuum (the last one actually caught on fire!!) and the cheapest place to get one is the medusa.  So, when my revulsion of the hypercapitalism embodied by the little creep Bezos meets my limited means, guess who wins?