From every mountain top, Dr. King said, let freedom rain. In every country, let freedom rain.
Well, interesting little fact: Freedom did rain.
Freedom rained from the skies, and it landed here, quite accidentally, in my bathroom. Here in my bathroom there is delicious freedom: open markets, wonderful credit agencies, luscious interest rates, all beside the toilet, which I somehow manage to keep clean despite living my hectic daily schedule.
Freedom in the bathroom, yes--but oppression in the closets, intolerance in the kitchen, sadomasochism in the bedroom, and imperialism in the foyer. Whatta shame.
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