It’s part of my lifestyle...

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Today, we have a quintuple. Five articles. Once again proving I’m the hardest working man on substack.

ARTICLE ONE: It’s part of my lifestyle

Another marketing term.

It originated with Austrian psychologist Alfred Adler, who used it as a synonym for a person’s basic character.

Now, though, it’s a way to sell shoes and matching outfits, fake cowboy clothes, perfume for men, and heroin.

“I sit in a closet, shoot up, and nod between the hours of 8PM and 4AM. It’s part of my LIFESTYLE. Once in a while when I can, I’ll make a video while I’m in the closet and post it on YouTube.”

You’re ready for a Prius? Then you’ll also need to find a respected reputable SAVE THE PLANET group and join. You’ll need to buy Indian artifact knockoffs. What about the reproduction of Andy Warhol’s famous Mao Zedong print? Seems right, somehow. Hang it in the bathroom. Total cost of all items: $32,000.

“Have you met Billy? He robs grocery stores. He wears a great bomber jacket.”

Lifestyle.

A priest in a robe automatically has style. In his case, it can work as a cover for what he does to children.

Go with gauche: There is a guy named Tony Tomato. He earned the nickname operating as a collection agent for the mob. The faces of the small-business owners looked like tomatoes when Tony finished working them over.

Other young men can’t be Tony, but they can smoke his brand of cigar, wear his brand of shoes, order his double-breasted jackets. The whole shtick is low-rent and badly outdated, but who cares? It’s a lifestyle. Cha-ching: $250.

I’m sure that as we speak, a number of professors at prestigious institutions are becoming Klaus Schwab, founder of the World Economic Forum. “Fred, look at Klaus’ suit. What is it? Where did he buy it? There must be a less expensive version that comes close.”

Hoodie, buzz cut, baggy pants, Nikes, a little side to side shuffle, four or five anti-racist slogans, and a kid has an antifa act going. Total cost: $350.

Merchants are happy to oblige.

Ad agencies would have you believe that when Pygmies get up in the morning, they ask themselves, “What can I do today that will re-inforce my lifestyle?”