It's Not Going to Stop

The first time I saw satire declared dead was around the time I fell in love with it. Actually, it was irony that they said was dead, but it was taken to mean the same thing. On September 11th, 2001, planes crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. In the ensuing days, weeks, months, years, adults lost their damn minds. They whooped for the bombing of foreign lands whose inhabitants they associated with the people responsible. They stopped caring about the essential American freedoms that they’d been teaching us about all our lives. They pretended that they thought George W. Bush knew what he was doing, or maybe they even believed it. Eventually, they convinced each other it was a good and sensible idea to launch an invasion of Iraq.

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