Smelling Petrol Is No Longer Free

I've got my COM1010 exam tomorrow.
But what I didn't count on was the events of today, and as per usual, blogging takes precedence over exams. Haha!

To adorn a more serious face.
Petrol prices increase tomorrow, to a whopping RM2.70 a litre, Malaysiakini reports.
Cometh the Armageddon, as petrol prices cause a cataclysmic chain of events which will end in the eventual annihilation of humanity as we know it.
The end is nigh, ladies and gentlemen, as we sit in front of our laptops and computers, or kick back to enjoy a cigarette with coffee, decisions based on the principle of market freedom continue to enrich certain sectors of society whilst straining others. This may appear to be something of an anti-democracy, pro-socialism rant, but in all honesty; f**k market freedom, for lack of a better word. Throw away your textbooks, step out onto the streets and pay the price for smelling petrol, because if you don't pay now, you will later.

Economics and marketing become useless and redundant the second petrol lines extend around the corner and past the block. Market freedom doesn't matter when the very electorate are subject to a ridiculous surge in prices, because once we shove the theories aside, side-stepping the charts on the way, if there are queues for petrol, its not working. Period.

Its rather difficult to describe the amalgamation of feelings and emotions within my being when driving past petrol stations to see them closed, and joining the queue for petrol amongst countless others. It was an overwhelming sensation of white-collar slavery, violation, exploitation, with Marx taunting me in my mind and an image of Sartre shaking his head while the words of freedom bind my feet to the gas pedal and my eyes to the fuel meter. All this and I don't even pay for my own petrol, but I shall nevertheless feel the weight of market freedom as prices inevitably rise around us like a surging wave. I'm no economist and I abhor math, but if it binds my hands to further shrewdness of my wallet, then there's a problem that needs addressing.

But its the price we pay?
Its a pretty damn high price. I don't (usually) align myself to any political stance, but visions of socialism form within my mind, alongside the contrasting image of breadlines.

"Man was born free, but he is everywhere in chains."
Jean-Jacques Rousseau