Sunday, October 16, 2011

Alleluia, Nunc Dimittis, and Glory Be!


Something to celebrate, in the five-thousand-year war between the people who own the world and the people who live in it. Read here if you want to know why I'm so happy.

2 comments:

  1. Oh, THAT Walton!

    Why wasn't her chauffeur driving?

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  2. Probably fake populist/noveau riche street cred: she's not one of those decadent coastal Old Money elites that does stuff like hiring chauffeurs. She raises llamas, wears snakeskin boots, and all the rest of the Jock Ewing horseshit.

    Sam Walton and Harvey Jones both carefully cultivated an image around here by wearing overalls when they came into town and driving old beaters till they fell apart.

    Supposedly that meant that they were just regular fellas, and "Mr. Sam would think his company was going to hell in a handbasket if he was here to see it," and yada yada yada.

    So apparently it was OK that they were mean sons of bitches, so long as they hoarded their money instead of spending it on new clothes. By that standard Ebenezer Scrooge would have fit right in here.

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