Old gas station along the road in upperstate Michigan: photo by Carol M. Highsmith, April 2007 (Library of Congress)
The future as Meg will shape it for us offers a full life for everyone, said the paid political commercial.
When I counted her chins, I wondered what the phrase "Hunger in America" might mean to her?
The derelicts and destitutes loitering on the Avenue in the path of the satiated diners exiting the expensive gourmet eatery probably don't have televisions. (This may be a movement Elvis began on that historic night in Vegas when he shot his TV, though in that instance the provocation was relatively innocuous: not the bloated image of a right wing political candidate, merely the mug of Robert Goulet.) Nor do they possess those little black plastic devices the size of playing cards which allow the bonafide citizens of this society to be in touch with each other in every waking moment. For reassurance, I believe it must be. How can one subscribe to an enormous lie without being perpetually reassured everyone else is subscribing too?
So are we having fun yet, my fellow members of the grey majority, earners of 0.00001% of the gross national income?
Is there some part of what this guy's saying that doesn't fit the facts of the present case?
Murals painted on an abandoned building on lower Dexter Avenue, Montgomery, Alabama: photo by Carol M. Highsmith, February 2010 (Library of Congress)