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Oh, you're so funny!
Do you write that Ziggy comic? Or maybe you write for Dennis Miller?
How did you know, I mean know, deep down in your mini-soul, that I was just a deluded, drugged-out hippy that doesn't understand that in the REAL WORLD, capitalism and the iron-jawed heroes of Corporate Murica sometimes have to destroy something in order to save it? That when they rebuild it in their image, it's always better, and available for $9.99! (While supplies last.)
I always feel better after a big, strong, manly, virile, studly tough-guy like yourself steps into a serious discussion about important things with a content-free, pseudo-funny mockery of any concern that isn't about profit. I tend to forget that there are no other valid values, and when I go off like that, it's nice that someone with really good hair and a nice suit (like yourself) steps in and puts me back in my proper place.
Now that I know that all the things I experience and see in the world are irrelevant or subordinate to the well-being of giant, sociopathic, immortal organizations, I feel better. Whew! I was worrying that the values we uphold might be mistaken -- now I realize that it's just MY values that don't matter -- that once everything is reduced to profit-and-loss, I can breathe free.
At least until they figure out how to meter my oxygen intake.
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