But you’re not a satirist. You’re just an untalented, unimaginative little person. “Little” as in your stature as a man.
Sure unthinking minds nod in approval as you confirm their little biases, placate their prejudices, reward their sense of moral superiority.
What talent of a satirist! To hew so closely to convention! to be so daring as to challenge nothing! To repeat in drab, sad prose the zeitgeist bombarded daily, hourly by every opinion columnist, two-bit TV personality, second-rate twitter pontificator. What talent, what courage!
Medium produces (or perhaps more accurately exposes) the rotted intellect before me, the unthinking, unchallenged, over-educated, underachieving little mind; mass produced in today’s America.
This did make me sad. But you’ll forgive me for not clapping.
