You don’t understand … it’s Boulder for God’s sake

Really. Once you understand that the story takes place in Boulder, it all becomes perfectly, painfully understandable.

I mean, sure, on the face of it, having a library director object to hanging an American flag over the entrance to the library (because it “could compromise our objectivity”), then approving a display of “ceramic penises dangling from knitted cozies on a clothesline” (as part of an art exhibit on domestic violence), would seem to be kind of nutso.

But it’s Boulder. Quintessentially Boulder. Think of Berkeley, but with lots more money. That’s Boulder.

(Via USS Clueless)