"Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?"

A society can’t claim perfection until it kills its critics. That is how it knows when to make the announcement.Ask Stalin. Ask Mao. Ask the Americans who assault people at rallies and call for mass deportations – they’re only a little ahead of themselves. Be grateful that they let us see them coming. Act on the knowledge.Critics – bitches, malcontents, squeaky wheels; the people who tell you you’re not doing it right – are half the driving force of progress. Alone, we a...