When people talk about the global movement against globalization, I’m the one laughing in the corner at their naivete.

When 20,000 people fly to a conference about the danger of consumerism and fossil fuels, I’m the one in the corner laughing at their hypocrisy.

When people eating at a fancy restaurant complain about “illegal aliens” in earshot of the bus boy who is clearly from Mexico, I’m the one in the corner who is embarrassed for the busser and angry at the complainer.

When young people want to go back to a simpler time “when we all lived in harmony and shared everything, I’m the one in the corner thinking about the joys of communism.