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I know I've posted this before somewhere, but I've done some revisions to it, and now that we have a subforum just for stuff like this, I figured I'd put up my satire/short story up again.
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A Week in Capitalist Land:

I can still remember my week in Capitalist Land. It’s like a dream. Although I try so hard to forget, I can’t. What happened there will stay with me forever. From now on I will always have those memories of the oppression, the hierarchy, the torture, and the eventual…well, I’ll save that for later.

I was in chains and I was locked up in a small dark room. There was only one little light. It was showing through a crack in the ceiling. I struggled against the chains and was able to stand up. I looked through the crack. I saw dark clouds. “How does this light get through then,” I wonder to myself. I thought for a while and then I looked closer. Everything was in black and white. No more green, no more blue, no more yellow…no more red. I don’t know how to explain it. It was as if suddenly I was colorblind. I felt a numbing sensation in the back of my head and I fell asleep on the floor. This was the first morning in Capitalist Land. I woke up some two or so hours later in a larger room. I was no longer by myself, but instead chained up with four others. It was very dark and dank. There were many sights to see in this ‘prison cell.’ I cannot explain it. Just use your imagination. Imagine horrible sights and then put them in a room ten paces by six. Two of the other men were asleep, but one was conscious. He took a look at me and sneered. “So you’re the new one eh? You don’t look like much.”

“Sorry sir…but where am I?”

“You’re in ‘Capitalist Land’ comrade.”

Now, I had heard of Capitalist Land. It was a place where people would go if something had happened to them. I forget if it was good or bad. I think if anything out of the ordinary happened in someone’s life, they’d be sent to Capitalist Land. The people with fortune surely wouldn’t be sent here where I am. That would be cruel…but nothing had wronged me. Did something? My…my…I don’t remember. All I saw is a face. What is going on? Why am I here?

“Get up!” a voice shouted. I looked around but didn’t see anyone. All of a sudden though a bright gold figure came up and stood in front of me. I was almost blinded. Going without color to this sudden shock was too much for my eyes. They dimmed and I was unconscious again.

I woke up in the evening. Piles of gold coinage lay within my grasp. I was lying on the floor. All I needed to do was move my arm a few inches and I’d have great amounts of money. I moved my arm…I felt nothing. I try again…still nothing. What was going on? I looked around. My face didn’t move, nor did my eyes.

“Don’t resist,” that same gruff voice sounded again. What was I supposed to do though? Just sit with this torture of uncountable amounts of money so close? I needed the money. Maybe it could get me out of here. Not even a day and greed was getting the better of me.

“You are now in Capitalist Land. You will follow strict orders, or be punished.” The gold disappeared and in it’s place I saw hundreds of people carrying giant weights on their backs. Only…it wasn’t people…ants? We have become ants? I tried to figure out what was going on. I felt some muscle movement. I blinked once, twice. What is going on? The image suddenly was burned into my memory, like a cattle prodder going into a calves flesh. Ants? We’re ants? Why is this so important? Suddenly my legs got power and I stood up. “No!” I think. “This is what they want me to do, I’ve got to resist.”

“Resistance is useless!” Now I was truly frightened. Could this person can read my mind? That can’t be true.

“Oh but it is. Now. Just get up like a good little worker.” I stood back up. What more could I have done? Suddenly those workers came to real life. Was the image fake then? What was I truly looking at?

“Quit asking questions. Questioning what you see and do is resisting.” A sharp pain went through my entire body but I couldn’t fall down from the pain. It kept me upright. It hurt so terribly. All of a sudden all I saw was the color red. Why red though…why me? That person in my head…those ants…red…resistance…overthrowing?

“You will stop NOW!” The pain became unbearable. I screamed out from the pain and then my muscles relaxed and I fall back to the floor.

The next morning I woke up in that cell again. The one who had talked to me had disappeared. One of the others was…I can’t explain it. What was it? He was hung…but upside-down? Well how’s that…? I couldn’t move again. All I saw was that gold…I knew the man must have been coming back. I got picked up and my head moved so I was facing his gold. The gold reflected the body. It was mangled. Blood was all over the cell. All that red blood. Why was red standing out to me? So many un-answered questions.

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Three days passed. I had worked. I was just skin and bones. I found out on the second day that the man that disappeared had been sent to ‘the fields.’ No one in Capitalist Land knew what happened in the fields, but they all knew that if you went there, you wouldn’t come back. The color red was the only one that stood out. I was sick of gold. Whenever I saw gold I felt…well…you can figure that out for yourself. But red…red was something I enjoyed seeing. Red brought pain, but I felt like when I saw red I could take on everything, and all us workers became more powerful.

Another day passed. A golden guard with a club and a mask had hit me over the head. He read my thoughts when I saw red. I was sent to the fields. The first thing I saw was a factory. A thin trail of smoke rose from it. There were miles and miles of golden fields. “Surely this is the torture that Capitalist Land has been known for,” I thought in disgust. The first thing I knew I’d do if I ever got out of Capitalist Land is spit on anyone who supported it. I found the one from the cell. He was a wreck. I had no idea what had happened to him. He was covered in that red, that passion, that hate. I knew that he was going to do something drastic.

“What is it?”

“You will find out soon Joe.”

“Joe?”

“Yes…that is your name. I know you don’t remember and you’re probably wondering why I know. Well I’ll let you in on something. I don’t. You look like a Joe though. You have power. It could make or break you, but you need that power to survive.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment then…and you are?”

“My name is Vince.”

“Vince eh? That doesn’t sound very good.”

“You think? The ‘v’ really sticks out to me though.”

“Vlad.”

“Ahh. I had considered that. I will keep it.”

“So…what’s the plan?”

“Later Joe, when we finish cutting down this gold.” We picked up our sickles and continued our work.

The next day we were sent to the factory. We were needed to build strong vehicles for something called a war. I had forgotten about war in my time at Capitalist Land. I’m glad about it though. It sounds horrible. I’m glad I never will have to experience it…but I digress. That is a topic that will be discussed later. Vlad was telling me much of his plan. He called it a Marx attack. Why we picked Marx, neither of us know, but it was a powerful name. We discussed it as we picked up our hammers and continued building the vehicles.

Another day passed. Vlad and I grabbed our hammers and sickles and went off to labor like any other day. Instead of going straight to the factories or fields however, we went to the dark field. The only one that didn’t have gold. That field was where the really resistant people went. We talked to these people. For some reason the guards weren’t around. They were back at the main building at the center of the fields. We told these workers, which we nicknamed the proletariat, of our plan. They were quite excited about it. They grabbed their sickles and joined us. Still no signs of the guards. We marched to the factories. We told them of our plan. They instantly became aroused. They picked up their hammers and we kept marching on. Still no sign of the guards.

We marched straight up to the main building. We saw all the guards standing in front of it. They saw our faces. They suddenly became frightened. I had never thought that those evil gold people could have feelings, but when I saw their faces I instantly became stronger. “That’s right Joe! Onward to victory!” We charged. It was such a bloody massacre. There were many deaths. The guards were stronger, but we had the heart. Our red hearts brought us victory. Vlad and I sent the proletariat to get the weaker ones straggling behind or in the other fields and workplaces. Vlad and I went straight to the main chamber where the head of Capitalist Land was. We saw him and he saw us. He knew what was going to happen. “Now boys…boys show some decency. Haven’t I provided a good Land? You people are alive. Yes you get to work, but it’s for the good of us all.”

“Us!?” I shouted. “What ‘us?’ We’ve just been doing the dirty work for you!”

“Boys boys boys. Please. Do you really think you’ll run things better than I have?”

“Yes,” Vlad stated matter-of-factly. “You’ve taught us that it’s not about an ‘I.’ It’s about a ‘we.’ A shame you won’t be able to see how good we make things.”

“You can’t defeat me! I am the ruler of Capitalist Land! I am better than you!” What I saw next was amazing. Vlad sank his sickle into the leaders chest, but the leader took Vlad’s hammer and beat him over the head with his dying breath. Vlad looked at me but smiled. “We’ve won. Here, take this,” he took out a dark parchment from his pocket. “They were my plans for when we did this. Since I won’t be able to do it now, I am leaving it up to you Joseph,” Vlad put the parchment in my hand, put his hand on my shoulder, nodded and fell to the floor dead along side the monarch. I stood up and went outside the tower and looked over the fields. They were no longer gold. In fact, I’ve never seen gold since that day. Red overshadows everything. The power and compassion I felt is now felt by all people. There’s no such thing as war any more. We are all equal. There is no greed and no want for more. We have done away with those teachings. No longer is there competition needed for war. We are equal and happy. We work because it is needed to be done. We are our own masters. We have our say in everything. We buried Vlad alongside the factories and fields, alongside the place where he brought us this utopia others could have only imagined. I visit him many times. I always get the image of the guards corpses lying on the dirt. At Vlads funeral I had a realization. “A single death is a tragedy, one million is a statistic.”

I wonder if he's searching for shock value stare

If anything he is probably just very confused and does not know what nazi, fascists, and communists really actually are and just wants some type of change or something.