First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me
My favorite static electricity comic shows two kids shuffling back-and-forth on a carpet in a darkened room and the third panel they touch with a blinding spark, and in the fourth panel they are knocked out on the rug with big smiles on their faces.
In other news, I once had a dimwitted coworker, who came into my cubicle and pointed to something on my computer screen with a red pen. She actually touched the screen, and I was never able to get that mark off.
So she was the enemy?