I don’t want to tell you how to do your job or anything, but so far this protest against us has all the cohesiveness of a BM after a week long Guinness bender.
Number of times I’ve been accosted at home or work: zero.
Number of signs I have seen demonizing me: zero.
Number of people doing illegal drugs and fornicating outside my window right now: 4.
Seriously, in the immortal words of Mr. Hand: What are you people, on dope?
TSO
WRONG FOR ME!
WRONG FOR YOU!
WRONG FOR AMERICA!
NO PEACE WITH TSO!
TSO IS CHINESE FOR DEVIL!
Okay, that was rather weak, but it’s a start.
T
S
O
War Mongering HO!
TSO
GOT TO GO
TSO
Stole my Blow
hows that for a chant?
I give up! I put my computer screen on the floor, sat in a cardboard box, didn’t wash, didn’t shave, urinated on my office wall, passed Marxist literature from one hand to another, spat at a picture of a bus driver in full uniform, wore a wrinkled plaid shirt that was way too tight and yelled slogans through a paper towel roll. I even drank bottled water. Where did I go wrong? I don’t know. I really, really don’t. But I did try. TAH is just not ‘occupiable’ it seems.