The Penguins are playing tonight I have a belly full of high-quality whiskey, a fine cigar between my fingers, and a pleasant buzz dulling my constant anxiety. The announcers play-by-play, constant and frantic, blares through my 70-inch television adding artificial drama, but I like it. I’m surrounded by my precarious middle-class wealth while thousands of slaves suffer and die in Lybia. But I’m drunk, oblivious, and happy that my team just scored
