And it looks like women in general are pissed off at that damn cord.
Farmers and young people come together to raise their hands to the cord as well, and as a bonus, bring back our old friend "tact."
And I would love to see at least one case where there's an indication that this cord abuse is justified, so this one might provide an opening:
"... one that was holding up a child molester above a pit of sharks."
The conscience, as you probably know, is a small cartoon cricket that gives you a guilt trip when you are about to do something bad. Meanwhile, "conscious" is a psychology term for the portion of your mind you are aware of and in control of; for example, the part of you that decides who to ask on a date, as opposed to the part of you that accidentally calls the date by your previous boyfriend/girlfriend's name and therefore ends the date.
When you mix them up, you have this glowing description of how Ron Paul refuses to give in to his suppressed desires:
And you also get intriguing pictures like this one:
Clearly a mob of zombies.
An even more apt description of a zombie. And finally, this amazing literary thriller:
I checked to see if he was going for some kind of wordplay here, and if anyone in the book was described as going through events while unaware of their actions or anything like that, but it doesn't seem to be the case. I did find some remarkable writing, however, like this fine sentence:
"It was a dream," she sundered as she spoke, "though at the time, I was confused, and had trouble determining what was real or not."
It took me a while, but I think it's supposed to be "shuddered." As it is, she apparently just broke right in half while talking about her dream. Considering that one of the characters is named "Lenord," and that the address of a real place in the book is "1234 North Park Drive," I give this book five out of five stars and recommend it as a "Must Read."