“In the United States today there are more practicing poets than members of the National Rifle Association.”

That is such a lie. This is quite possibly the worst essay I’ve read all day. Which is saying a lot. I did laugh a little when he called Foucault and Derrida “yawn-inducing.” And yes, I am a member of the NRA. My dad signed me up as a wee fetus. Unlike Poetry magazine, the NRA will accept anyone.