The Moment You Recognise Your Comfy Pillow And Then Are Aghast. Or Maybe Not.

Do you wake up as soon as you recognise the pillow your head’s been resting upon (all your life)? Or do you go back to sleep?

#americant

It is, indeed, a comfy pillow. But let’s call it out all the same, eh, dear worst-reader.

I recognised the fascist pillow I was sleeping on the first time I heard Rush Limbaugh use the words feminine/feminist and, yes, he went there, …nazi. This moment was/must have been about/around the mid to late 1980s. Femi-nazi, or the like. What a vulgar display and place to rest my/your head. I honestly cannot remember that pillow but I do remember the lighter fluid I used to light it up.

I eventually found a way to get out of the madness. I am an expat. I am worstwriter.com.

Good luck suckers.

-T