Music From Me To You part 243 - Music Curated by Daniel Ruth

MONOPOLY

My dad, to this day, brags to people that Monopoly was an excellent parenting aide. “It taught them a lot about life” he’d tell them.

I hate Monopoly. I hate what it did to my family.

There were house rules that made it extra special hard. Such as snake eyes that would send you to jail automatically if you rolled a 1:1. A completely needless rule that increased the police state and fear on the board. Or the expanded role of the banker. One in which government, private banking, and manipulative gangster merged and allowed personal assurances such as immunity from paying rent in exchange for desirable property cards, or real world favors such as lawn mowing for fake board game cash.

The off book side deals would add up and eventually, in pure shrieking rage, the board would go flying across the room. The early seeds of hatred had been planted and the coming years would bring a darkness over the family as long alliances were formed and warfare tactics were advancing at a pace not thought possible when the game was first suggested as “fun”

There became no discernment between when the game ended and life resumed. Everyone in the household was another fat cat capitalist out there trying to fuck you over somehow.

I swore off the game forever. Things have been better with my family recently. It’s been a long recovery but I think we can pull out of this in 1-2 generations. That’s my story, about my family.

As for the The Parker Brothers. They can kiss my ass. One brother per ass cheek. Eat up boys!