I was reading someone’s mini-bio somewhere recently. “I like pasta Bolognese, patting my dog, Scruffles, and sleeping in on weekdays”. Innocuous enough. Then I did a double take.
“I’m an Activist”
Sitting there by itself, a perfect self-contained nugget of bullshit. An activist for what? Gay rights activist? Environmenal acticist? Anti-war activist? Pro-war activist?
Just Activist. When you need to bolster your rally turn-out, add an extra few decibels to your curbside chanting, or just strengthen your picket fence, call him.
Dial 1800-ACTIVIST. Get paid to protest. Be passionately apolitical. Make your voice heard, shouting from both sides. Irony?
FIGHT.
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