friend’s studio – photo by lady
“Why do I feel guilty?”
You’re a good rat. Don’t worry. We’ve ordered a guilt-free brain for you.
“Hm.”
It hasn’t arrived. They’re like free range chickens. Free range brains.
“Hm. I like the idea of a guilt free brain. But people can rationalize anything, can’t they.”
One can if one is good. That’s one of my potential jobs, professions I could have. I can spin anything, no matter how ludicrous. But there’s a difference between spinning for humor and spinning for morality.
“Don’t you mean humor and exploiting something?”
I can only spin guilt-free in morality-free situations. I can’t spin right and wrong. But I can make fun of it. Especially wrong. If we all made fun of wrong, it’d go away.
“You really think so?”
Yes.
“Ah. So this is a defense for the rhetoric of ridicule…”
Not ridicule. More laughing in the *face* of. Evil don’t like to be laughed at. That’s why Dick Cheney has no sense of humor. Wait, you don’t need to write that down. We don’t need Dick Cheney.
“I like that. It’s relevant.”
I’m trying so hard not to be nasty.
“No, it’s OK to make fun of Dick Cheney. Really. He probably won’t find us and kill us…”
He did shoot his friend in the face.
“No really, I’m not afraid of Dick Cheney. Are you?”
I fear anything that moves…
“That moves?”
And even some that haven’t moved yet, like falling rocks.
“Ahhhh. I understand completely. If you’re heading for the border, you gotta cross the line. If you’re building ‘detention’ camps…”
Make the future ‘detainees’ pay for it.
“Wow. Yeah. I didn’t even think about that. You afraid to post this?”
Nope. Not. Besides, he’s a lousy shot.
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