Capitalism Feels Like Asphyxiation to Me

I have an awful taste in my mouth, and I'm not sure what will make it go way. It tastes of decay. It taste of pain and suffering. I saw a man hobbling on one leg, poor, and starving on the street. Maybe he lost his leg in some war. Maybe the drugs the pharmaceutical companies pumped his mother with made him come out that way. The world is sick. People are sick. Its dying, and so are they. We are all dying, prematurely at that. A new pandemic has been discovered.
Its called capitalism. The death rate of all victims infected is one hundred percent. It is a parasite. Easily transferred from victim to victim. It robs the victim of all of its strength until the victim eventually collapses, exhausted, enfeebled, and defeated.
The deadlier strains of this violence kill the most among the poor and working class. They suffer acutely from all of its symptoms. Cures are usually withheld because the disease is very strong. In fact the spreaders of the disease plan to keep it around for as long as possible.
Symptoms include but are not limited to; depression, anxiety, consumerism, jingoism, religiosity, obsession with stuff, over eating, under exercising, patriotism, and in some rare cases even suicide.
What a terrible plague this is, but the doctors at Verisimilitude would like to let you know, we have developed an experimental cure.
Its called dissent, That is right folks. It is guaranteed to buy you years more of quality life. Rebel, and dissent. Don't buy the crap they're selling, you. Because it will kill you. Capitalism can be eradicated in our time. Let us quarantine it. Slowly it will die out. Don't let your children suffer for your mistakes. Emancipate the proletariat.