What? Crickets? You soulless clowns might consider impotently flogging the dead Fraud & Waste Horse again, but that pantomime nag couldn't/wouldn't trot in the first place, but sure...keep whacking the poor critter. All allegorical vitriol aside, having a long-expired secondary credential, I'm quite stumped as to their justification for purposely insisting that American children--especially those from the working class --remain...unsophisticated, shall we say? I had hoped at least one of you could provide at one salient point, but alas...cridckets.
Mr. Dead...I believe this country went sideways the moment they drove the Golden Spike back in 1869. Our whole economic system became as stratificational as the post-fuedal examples in Europe and England the Pilgrims attempted to escape from a good century before. Once the telegraph followed the tracks to SF, the party became Members Only, coast-to-coast.