I was given a blow-job

When your baby niece gauges red marks on your chest with her teeny tiny fingernails, and pulling your shoulders up to your ears hasn't helped...

We live, so we are told, in a post-ideological society. We are addressed by social authority not as subjects who should do their duty, but subjects of pleasures: ‘Realize your true potential,’ ‘Be yourself,’ ‘Lead a satisfying life.’ When you put the glasses on, you see dictatorship in democracy.

It's insanity gone mad!

It's insanity gone mad!

It's insanity gone mad!