Originality doesn’t count for much once it’s un-originalized.
I realize that in some quarters of your world ordinary justice seems scarce, but at least be comforted by knowing that everyone deserves to be as dumb as they are.
One day, one guy, finding himself just too entirely happy, stared himself dead in the mirror and declared, “Okay, buster, I’m from the Fun Patrol and we’ve got our eyes on you.”
One interesting aspect of new info, when it first comes to roost in your own brain, is that at first it doesn’t talk out loud.
One ole sorehead, on some equatorially unbalanced days, would whine, and insist that in private most famous people were about as exciting as white bread.