I work in a corporate hellhole—so much for that Master of Library Science Degree I’m still paying off ten years after graduating. A lot of my coworkers rag on non-Americans and teeter on poverty’s edge and support Trump, because Republicanism equals livin’ large and kickin’ ass. In undergrad school, I would sometimes attend parties as my Eurotrash alter ego Jacques Benza, ripping on drunken preppies: “I like ze Bud Light, ze bevvaridge for real men, no?”
Everyone loved him. A little Benza would improve my office; too bad my sense of humor has vanished. Benza: the next generation, no?
Copyright © 2016 by David V. Matthews
DAVID V. MATTHEWS 