Don’t you love it when people reblog your personal essays with the sole intention of belittling you? Don’t you love when people make assumptions about your intelligence, and your reading, and your life experiences, just because you talk about one book you read when you were sixteen? Don’t you love imagining the look on someone’s face as they call the President (who I would be the first to malign) the “pedantico-in-chief”? Don’t you love the sight of a burning car freewheeling off the edge of the Dover cliffs?