As a child I dreamed of doing that with the cowboy hat business, the baseball glove business, and the 8-track tape business, but not the egg business, and someone beat me to it with 8-track tapes.
My mom has a few chickens, and sells eggs to her neighbors. When she started, her eggs were more expensive than from the supermarket, but folks didn’t mind, because fresh, happy eggs are better than what you get from the store.
As prices in the store went up and eventually passed up what she was charging, people kept telling her that she should raise her prices in proportion. No, she said, because the diseases and other conditions that were causing prices to go up for the big suppliers didn’t apply to her, so she shouldn’t raise her prices just because they were.
And now it turns out that, by keeping her prices stable, she was fighting back against corporate malfeasance and sticking it to The Man. I’m confident she’ll be quite happy to learn that.
As a child you dreamed of exploiting our Capitalist system by creating a price-fixing scam that would drive up the price of some of your favorite commodities? Wow, some kids dream big 
But, I guess we all have to leggo of our childish dreams at some point.
When you were a child, was it your dream to grow up, own an egg company and someday rip off all of your consumers?
It’s still my dream though I’m open to more than just eggs, and some say I’m still a child. But isn’t that what the American Dream is, the whole point of capitalism?
I didn’t dream about that in terms of eggs, but many times my parents did tell me to make myself scarce.
While I’m 100% on board with “Fuck Corporate Hoarding”, this case was first filed in 2011, and damages were done between 2004 and 2008.
Ron’s reaching on this one.
But fuck those egg companies anyway.
IME many people can find rationalizations for white-collar crimes like fraud, price-gouging and generally being a cunt*.
They probably slept fine thinking, “Well I was forced into doing this by those darn taxes and regulations!” Good to see some uppance coming. ETA …even if it’s taken so long
* That’s an egg joke too, because of where eggs come from 
Sorry to see you become so Hard-Boiled.
Humanity ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.
No, chicken eggs come from a cloaca.
Please don’t come to my next stand-up gig
Are you afraid you’re going to lay an…
N/M
Were any of the defendants named Milo Minderbinder?
In other words, the Feds cooked the goose that was laying golden eggs for these bastards.
When I was a kid my dream was to be rich enough that I wouldn’t have to clean up my room (because I’d have a servant to do that).
Many of us live that dream as adults. A housekeeper is a thing. And a darn handy thing.
What I like with things like this is picturing the process by which it happened. The meeting where someone suggested, “You know one way to raise egg prices would be…” And then being showered with praise.
My favorite was a few years ago. The government legislated that, if any online transaction had a mandatory fee attached, it had to be declared upfront, not when the customer reached the point of paying. So QANTAS instigated a system where, on the final screen you could pay, without a transaction fee, if you were using a Queensland Teachers Credit Union card to pay. Otherwise a charge was payable. Of course the QTCU is a relatively tiny financial organization. I just marvel at the idea that legislation is introduced to help consumers and the first thing some people think of is, “How can we get around this?” And no-one thinks to ask, “Should we?”
Unfortunately, modern business thinking is: “if it increases profit and we are unlikely to be successfully prosecuted for it, then it is the right thing to do”
Yes, I’m outraged. Not sure what, if anything, I can do about it.
I have made friends with local people who have backyard chickens. It’s about the only way I have to side-step Big Egg.
I do the same thing. I imagine myself sitting in the room and raising an objection and being successful in shaming people out of making such a terrible decision. Hah! They’d throw my ass out the window.