But funnily enough, Trump, making an official Memorial Day speech a few days ago, wished us all:
"Happy Memorial Day."
Now there are two kinds of Americans: (1) Those who understand that wishing people a happy Memorial Day is wildly, obscenely inappropriate, and (2) those who don't understand it, and probably wouldn't understand it even if it were explained to them. How can two so divergent disparities constitute one nation? As Roseanne Barr clearly shows us: They can't. They never have and they never will.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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