Here is my prescription for those who can't bear to have their blessed victimhood trifled with. I forbid you to ever again read about anarcho-anarchism. I also recommend you take a goodly dose of Prozac and return to your sedentary somnambulation in front of the Boob Tube. And remember to keep your mouth shut and your head bowed when the truck pulls up out front to carry your sorry carcass off to the government glue factory.
