It’s simply infuriating to watch them queuing up for their Big Macs, with copies of 50 Shades of Grey (or the Daily Mail) under their arms, chatting to their friends about a crap TV show they enjoyed, about how they’re going to vote for the Tea Party, and how much they love drinking Apothic.
“What do you mean, you can’t hear what I’m saying, you stupid savages? I’m speaking very slowly and clearly from my room here on the top floor of my Ivory Tower of Excellence. You’re simply choosing not to listen to me. It’s almost as though you feel insulted by my saying that you have crap tastes. YOU MUST NOT LIKE Coca Cola, McDonalds, Apothic – or Pinot Grigio, now I come to think of it.
“DON’T WALK AWAY WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!… I only want the best for you… Oh, the hell with it, I’m moving to China…”