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OMG. Richard is out of town this afternoon, and he's left the Commies to me. It's both a responsibility and a privilege. Each week, scores of people comment, sharing your thoughts and fears, hopes and joys. Sharing your snark. Yet each week, only a few are chosen as the best. Um, not that winning really matters! This week, it's all about how you feel.
"I grew up watching only captain planet, so this is all shocking to me."
"Where's the chart of where they all sit in the cafeteria?"
"What's this"
"It's a laminated free drinking card"
"It's like 30 years old"
"My father willed it me and it was held up in the courts for several years but after a lot of lawyering I was finally able to pry it away from my brother"
"Not to pile on, Katie, but you did wear white after Labor Day that one time. America wasn't ready."
"YEAR: 1945
PLACE: the library of a sprawling estate in Westchester
TIME: after dinner
American Patrician #1: Suppose, instead of trying to prevent a revolution, we engineer one— just give the common folk the whole damned country.
American Patrician #2: Give it to them? How?
#1: Television. Instead of operas and plays and discussions about bridge, we broadcast their world.
#2: The news!
#1: Not even the news. There's an entire world lower than that.
#2: And that would prevent revolution and keep our kind safe? What would that world look like?
#1: Well, we could still own everything and keep the best houses, but the tenor of everyday life would be theirs— loud, common, course.
#2: Hmm. Yet on the whole, better than militias hunting down the rich.
#1: Oh, much."
Good work, everyone! Your real Dad, Richard, will be back next week.
