What happened to irony was simple. Kitsch
became the signifier of authenticity. --A
position which has no opposite, because it
is itself nonsensical.

Summer's finally over. I was starting to
think of Pollution Level Orange as good--.

Misreading. I saw a title "How to Sleep At
Will" as: "How to Sleep At WWIII".

   "Pulling Down the Statue of Dubya"

   No one anymore
Will admit they once clamored
   For the bombs to fall
For our rights to be rolled back
   For the poisons anew
To seep into our water
   And air they all now
Are saying they were afraid
   Of their fierce neighbors
Slavering to turn them in
   And the radio
Talk show hosts they were afraid
   Of the name traitor
Which today they hasten to
Claim as their fairest secret.

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