Into Wildly Uncooperative Positions
by Regis Boff
I dread people who exist uncritically because inevitably they clump together into empires of self-serving blindness. These dull enclaves, like FaceBook with it’s ceaseless proverbs and its outrage over the natural world’s propensity towards unfairness, and the Nazi party with its scrubwoman’s homogeneity often force me into wildly uncooperative positions. This pains my wife.