Freedom Grocery Company Rhetorical Analysis

Smile, engage, and thank are the three major key points that they constantly remind us here at Freedom Grocery Company. It’s like your mind is never allowed to think freely; it has become a prisoner of its own. Thousands of shoppers from all over the country come to Freedom Grocery Store to experience for themselves the luxurious, sanitized, and technological advanced store that our leaders have risen from scratch. Shoppers admire and reverence us for being the closest things to being perfect human beings, but we are not. They are deeper truths that remain hidden from the rest of the world about our society. Freedom Grocery Company is no ordinary company; all of its workers live and socialize under the land of the company. It began with few

We have no goals in life in here because they have already been set for us by our leaders. They educate us and then they train us to work in the store they call perfection. We are unconsciously living and they have isolated us from the rest of the world to make us believe whatever lies they feed us. The only pleasure that we receive is the soft touch of the paper money we receive once a

I climb out through the window of my dormitory and step out into the dark peaceful atmosphere. It will be challenging escaping since there are cameras placed mostly in every corner of each building. Keeping my head up I head south towards the store and away from the dormitory buildings located at the far North close to the electrical field fence that separates us from the normal world. The only way out is through the store’s main gate that lets customers in. As I approach the store’s headquarter, were the leaders and officials are located, my heart raced like a runaway train, going faster and faster every second. I was really doing it. I am really going to escape this maleficent place. I quickly speed up my pace in order to not be seen by the cameras. I turn around a flashlight flashes a few meters away from. I run as fast as I can. My legs aren’t used to this physical work; they’re giving up. The light approaches faster and faster. Then, I feel the touch of someone's hands tackling me down to the floor. It all ends here and I know it for a fact. My mind goes unconscious as an officer carries me back to headquarters. I was fool a to think that I could actually leave this place. No one will ever know the what really goes on inside our