This article by George Saunders had me in hysterics at work:
“Where was I? Ah, yes: I hate Élites. Which is why, whenever I am having brain surgery, or eye surgery, which is sometimes necessary due to all my non-blinking, I always hire some random Regular guy, with shaking hands if possible, who is also a drunk, scared of the sight of blood, and harbors a secret dislike for me.”
The cadence and the stream-of-consciousness run-on sentences and political commentary just kill me.