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So, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!” how great things may be for you, unless they’re at least tolerable for me. If I’m homeless, or I’m facing the probability I may become homeless, don’t expect that I will care one damn bit if your hillside estate is burning to the ground. Don’t tell me your troubles unless you’re truly willing to accept that I’ve got a few that are every bit as serious. And, by the way, if you’re some hedge-fund manager or corporate exec who has lost a hundred grand or a million recently . . . Hey! At least you had your shot. Maybe I never had one, or I’m afraid that shot is slipping through my fingers, and all I had was hope, and maybe now that’s an ethereal commodity I just don’t have like I used to. You been to the store lately? Three and four plus bucks for a loaf of bread. Milk; same thing. Meat and fish . . . Saw a green pepper yesterday; a buck for one. Green beans nearly two bucks a pound. And gas; $3.859, and I can see five bucks just around the corner, and I’m scared. My income is still at the buck and a half or two for a loaf of bread level. So maybe yeah, I’m scared, and bitter that that’s mostly what I’ve got. And I’m also discouraged that when an aspirant to the presidency of my country speaks with me honestly, when he speaks to me out of respect for what I may be feeling, and when he’s mocked, ridiculed, chided for that honesty, more and more and more I’m convinced that Colonel Jessep was exactly right: we can’t handle the truth! Bring on the clowns. They’re what we seem to want. — Ed Tubbs
An "Old Army Vet" and liberal, qua liberal, with a passion for open inquiry in a neverending quest for truth unpoisoned by religious superstitions. Per Voltaire: "He who can lead you to believe an absurdity can lead you to commit an atrocity."
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