I know I’m not the patron saint of etiquette and me attitude stinks of arse, but at least I don’t dictate to nay cunt how they ought to spend their days. There are six billion of us on this rock. Why should we all like vanilla ice cream, wear supermarket denim and set our alarm clocks for the nine to five grind?
Rupert Dreyfus, Prezident Scumbag!: A Sick Bastard Novella
capitalism, conformity, consumerism