It’s Not Easy To Be Me

I was looking through old posts, intending to do a blast from the past — it was one of those nights in which I engaged in massive unarmed combat with the bed clothes. No, I don’t know why. I know things HURT — and I came across a post where I talked back to the Five For Fighting Song, Superman.

This is something I do if caught in the grocery store and exposed to stupid songs. Like, you know, Imagine. “Imagine you could think beyond conventional leftist utopia, wouldn’t that be great?”

No, the n...