apparently some of our esteemed (ahem) representatives are puttin together legislation that will be called the ‘ecstasy prevention act’.
isn’t that just a wonderfully orwellian name for a piece of proposed legislation?
i can see it now…
‘daddy, what do you do for work?’
‘i’m part of the ecstasy prevention squad, son’
‘and what do you do at work?’
‘oh, teach people how to have bad sex, make sure that people go to the beach on cloudy days, confiscate trampolines, close down all the rollercoasters, make dancing illegal, that sort of thing.’
‘why do you do these things daddy?’
‘son, when you grow up you’ll see that there’s just too much ecstasy in the world. these united states were founded on dry and puritanical precepts by dry and puritanical people. joy and ecstasy have no place in a puritanical world. that’s why i believe in ecstasy prevention.’
‘daddy, when i grow up i’d love to work for ecstasy prevention.’
‘that’s a noble sentiment, son, but “”love”” is a dirty word in the world of ecstasy prevention. if you’re gonna work for ecstasy prevention you better get used to ‘liking’ things.’
and that’s my swiftian diatribe for today.
ecstasy prevention…what a profoundly stupid name for what will surely be profoundly stupid legislation.
-moby