Facebook keeps telling me that I might like the Fossil Riley Multifunction Ceramic Watch. I’m not sure why. They keep suggesting that I might like “that” post. I told them to eat fuck and still they keep pushing their jive on me. This is why we are driven mad in the airports, and mad by what’s on the radio, and mad by what’s in our soup, and mad by the notion that Gwenyth Paltrow’s turds are worth more per pound than any 10 teacher’s salaries would be combined over a lifetime. This is what gives us the bitter and stupid countenance. The 21st century’s reaction to mediocrity is Caliban’s delight at smelling his own soiled knickers.