I think what my son the Occuturd© wanted was "capitalist".
She's an imbecile, sitting around beating a little drum with a spoon stolen from Bob's Big Boy, screaming about supposed ills of the world while the zits pop like firecrackers.
Hmmm, I remember Bob's. My mom would take us there if our grades were good, for their sundae's and ice cream shakes. Sigh ...