We've all been given our own
name. And, this does nothing to
help the divide. The flippant
posture is more than just sloppy
decorum--it's a striking
metaphor. She of the haves. I
just laugh (though I should be
crying.) We are wasting real
estate and airspace and
bandwidth and patience. Today,
amongst the onslaught, so little
brings me joy. Couldn't we all
just use a little pick-me-up or
some means to forget the
terrifying reality?