Monbiot also published his research in the Guardian, which must have presented Guardian readers with some odd contradictions, for some of the people that Monbiot targeted as the criminal dross of the crisis PR industry were the very people lauded by his Guardian colleague and quackbuster, Ben Goldacre.

Dwight Eisenhower was roundly derided by the liberal intelligentsia as a Mr. Malaprop, a golf-playing, crony-loving dim bulb.

The guy next to him poked him in the ribs and said, “Check out the bazongas on this one!” Lee pivoted toward the rib poker and found himself looking straight into the face of Romeo Bouchard.

The spirit of music serves such tragic insights because it speaks truthly to and of the disassociated emotions of the alienated mind and body that patriarchy psychologically inflicts on men and women.