it used to be that there was one place a man could always count on for solitude. a place that one could sit in peace and not have to worry about feeling the need to converse let alone defend a political argument. the can. the throne. the shitter. it was sacred. nevermind the cockbag that feels the need to talk to you, giving you stage fright at the urinal. i am talking about the sitting section, not the SRO part of the lavatory.
you could close that partition door and it would be like a sovereign state of mind. you could take a paper, play on your blackberry, or play some soduku in peace while you took the browns to the super bowl. no more…
lately, i am noticing a regular practice of people printing out political articles (usually about the war in iraq, but recently about the immigration bill) and leaving them folded neatly and sanitarily, i assume, on the TP holders. political propoganda for the crapper. crapoganda.
you can no longer drop a duece without having to endure the reporting on the idiocracy that is the current government. not that i mind. it give me another place to get my news… other than the daily show with jon stewart…