It seems that there is some sort of publication for any activity a human chooses to engage in. There are magazines for fishing enthusiasts, car enthusiasts, gun enthusiasts, pompous conservatives (The National Review and The Weekly Standard), pompous liberals (The Nation and Mother Jones), pompous music scholars (any magazine that mentions Conor Oberst and "genius" four times in one page), and pompous assholes (Cigar Aficionado). Clearly this is telling America that the pompous have a voice and they need to be heard. I say, shout it out, oh Emperor of the patronizing tone, and let the peons and philistines hear you condescend to their sadly humble level. Take up the pompous man's burden.
[Editor's note: I grossly overused the words "enthusiast" and "pompous" because I like they way they look. The decision was purely aesthetic.]
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