"Of course you do." He sighed a little bit and paced around the kitchen, pausing to look out the window before he moved to sit down near his companion. Obviously Capitalism was stressed, something he'd not felt since the Great Depression. It wasn't quite as bad, of course, but he still felt that tugging sensation that normally led into a downward spiral into a complete depression.
Obviously it was time for more alcohol, and he poured himself another drink, taking a swig.
"Confused? They aren't confused, just brainwashed. This generation doesn't know what Capitalism is. They don't understand what it takes to make a country great. This generation wants everything handed to them on a silver platter. They never want to work a day in their lives unless the work they do makes them feel good." He scoffed. "Your people are the only ones who make any sense anymore."