November 6, 2020
They crawl to feed. They feed on shit. We give them shit. They like that. They look to us for shit. We comply. There ain't nothing better than shoveling shit to pamper the man. He tells us what to do. Doing the game is the hard grit of light and dark, and that's the stuff of gossip. We move between the two goals. It's up to us to meet the needs. The needs are pretty plain. Should you get written up in The New York Post, that's a triumph, a ribbon to be pinned to your pin-cushioned, bleeding heart.