The moment this piece opened to that photo of Connecticuthroat Joe, I had to clamp shut my jaws lest I expel my mouthful of morning coffee onto my keyboard; a reaction denoting how much I detested the man. For me, he symbolized the insouciance and gross cognitive incompetence of the too-comfortable class in uber-wealthy NYC suburbs like Greenwich, where the mansions and chemlawns have primacy; where America's working poor and homeless are just a nuisance, its "intelligence" agencies necessary tainted saints, its endless wars and murderous international interventions essential for national security; where Israel is the pinnacle of a culture to be reified. In short, Joe was an imperialist pig scumbag; everything I have ever considered most distasteful and destructive about the society I was born into. If there's a hell, burn in its deepest pit, mofo.