The Selfie Age Rolls On

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.