It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

Being familiar with a 24-hour clock, you realize you're late for lunch. You decide to walk to one of the nearby food trucks. It's a perfect day for it. All you need is a light jacket.

You make your way down the clean-but-not-in-an-uncanny-way sidewalk to where food vendors gather in colorful, fractious flocks. The chirp and hum of hungry people envelopes you. Cooking smells tickle your whole face. You survey the options.

'K, so, workers' rights and environmental protections are socialism, but the Executive Branch literally seizing the means of production is good ol' fashioned American capitalism. Do I have that right?