By Bill
Britton
The Self-Love of the Selfie Addict
I apologize
to the world of inflated self-esteem, but I have no intention of buying a
selfie-stick. It’s not that I’m not the most important person in the world--I am.
But to bolster my newly found self-veneration, I decided to take lessons from
Donald Trump who recently revised the words to the Chorale of Beethoven’s Ninth
Symphony, to wit:
Me, o wondrous spark divine,
Offspring of Perfection,
Drunk with power, I am become
Heavenly me, a godly shrine.
My magic powers sow discord;
My pomposity purposely divides:
Conflict separates man from love,
And off-the-cuff expletives fool the
hoard.
Etc.
I hope I’ve
not offended anyone by poking fun at both Trump and selfie-sticks in the same
breath. Just don’t poke my eye out with the damn thing--the stick, that is.
