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Just for thought: If I go around claiming I'm Napolean, they'd lock me up and toss the key. But, if I go around claiming I'm Cher, there's a host of doctors and insurance companies lining up to conduct the "lopadickoffame"; or, converserly, the "addadicktome" - (dependent upon which generation of Bono were discussing).
What if MY happiness and "identity" is tied to me being Napolean? Must you then pay for my tri-cornered hat?
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