The Devil you know.

I’m never going to be the most patriotic person you know. That’s because patriotism is a device used to keep poor people devoted to a team whose victories they can take little, if any, part in.

But if I’ve learned anything from almost fifty-one years spent observing a motley parade of dissociation, ignorance, malice, duplicity, and outright fraud masquerading as authority, it’s that there are lots worse places my parents could have chosen to raise a kid. Makes me feel as though I dodged a lot of bullets.

We hold these truths to be self-evident. But that doesn’t mean they don’t bear repeating. Cheers.


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