We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
For readers who somehow missed this snide, martini-dry American classic, do have your assistant Tessa run out and get it immediately (Upper), or at least be sure to worriedly skim this magazine summary over a low-fat bagel (Middle), because Fussellís bibelot-rich tropes still resonate.
If you are a single guy, and paid your taxes today honestly (or at least filed your extension), your reward, besides feeling patriotic and honest, is the young lassie below the fold courtesy of Obama and Timmy Geithner. She's waiting at home for ya.
I love the computer - When I see a piece like that, chock full o' cutesy obscure references that show off the author's snidely upbringing amid a crush of cultural iconatry that afforded her the time to absorb and even more time to regurgitate, I read from the bottom up. Alas, I don't believe I got more than half way back to the beginning.
I do, however, enjoy her speculation that the nouveau shallow, in this emerging/collapsing economic paradigm, may have to contemplate putting away the MePod and picking up the banjo, dropping the imported Fijian water vessel and turning on the spigot, and start mixing with the real people at the library rather than buying the trendy tome-of-the-month at the popular coffee-flavored magazine rack.
I'll go back and begin anew from the mid-point... after I locate my banjo picks.
Oh, Luther ... Wouldn't it be nice if it was all about sex? Memories ... memories. They keep you warm at night.
To get serious here, I've been scanning the reports about the Tea Parties, which were enthusiastic, passionate, kind of amateurish -- and good mannered, as befits adults trying to make a point. No bully boys, no mafia thugs, just fed-up Americans trying to make a point. I think we have the beginnings of a real movement here rather than a flash in the pan. And I'm glad. It's 'draw a line in the sand' time for us all. In the 1930s, the Germans let their rights melt away because they weren't paying attention. Freedom of speech. Then gradually, freedom of action. And finally freedom of thought. Then it was too late.