The Spirit of Fascism

I was on a 7 AM flight this morning on Spirit Airlines.  After everyone was locked into their seats and the airplane door was shut the flight attendant went on the loud speaker to ask if there were any “active duty military” on board.  If so, he said, “come on up to the front and sit in one of the big seats.”  A young, skinny girl carrying her purse and makeup kit strolled up to the front as Boobus Americanus cheered, clapped, and whistled.  Nothing gets Boobus more excited than spotting a paid killer for the state — even if she looks more like a high school cheerleader than a soldier.


11:06 am on February 17, 2016