The annual meeting of the Presidents of Things attracts no protests; it’s held in a Days Inn and anyway, no one understands its importance. The President of Grownups makes sure of that.
“We have new business to get through, people, pay attention!” The President of Whether You’re Paying Attention raps her gavel and frowns. “Can we just do a quick vote? Those in favor?” A chorus. “Those opposed?”
“Nay,” says the President of Internet, without raising her voice.
Everybody gets quiet at that. The President of Internet is a nice lady and all, but never forget: she knows what you did.