""Hunt, Shoot, and Protect"

Mitt Will Help Americans to "Hunt, Shoot, and Protect Their Families"  joeltpatterson | Sun, May 13, 2012 11:14 PM EST HAHAHA this is hilarious. Oh, English, how you bedevil us at times. - promoted by david As president, Mitt will work to expand and enhance access and opportunities for Americans to hunt, shoot, and protect their families, homes and property, and he will fight the battle on all fronts to protect and promote the Second Amendment. mittromney.com could stand to clarify its writing in places. Or maybe it is clear–and Colbert SuperPAC was right about Mitt Romney!

Not Capone, only Cranbrook  (( fold here )) This is a mere parochial-colonial misunderstanding, unworthy of the Athens of Suffolk County. St. George of Orwell points out the true track: Of course everyone knows that class-prejudice exists, but at the same time everybody claims that *he*, in some mysterious way, is exempt from it. Snobbishness is one of those vices which we can discern in everybody else but never in ourselves. Not only the _croyant et pratiquant_ Socialist, but every "intellectual" takes it as a matter of course that *he* at least is outside the class-racket; *he*, unlike his neighbors, can see through the absurdity of wealth, ranks, titles, etc., etc. "I am not a snob" is nowadays a kind of universal _credo_. Who is there who has not jeered at the House of Lords, the military caste, the Royal Family, the public schools, the huntin’ and shootin’ people, the old ladies in Cheltenham [*] boarding-houses, the horrors of "county" society, and the social hierarchy generally? To do so has become an automatic gesture. You notice this particularly in novels. Every novelist of serious pretensions adopts an ironic attitude towards his upper-class characters. Cranbrook alumnuses come up a little short on the "Royal Family" side, but when it comes to (( "the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible" )), they can be as fake-Brit as makes no matter. Much faker than their own Michigan peasantry, at any rate. Happy days.  ___ [*] So ¿what is it (or was it) about Cheltenham? Paddy and Eye had no clue forty years ago when we first read Wigan Pier, and we have no clue this morning either. The ignorance is no credit to us, but it does, I think, go to help point up the alien provenance of all that Orwellian jazz. As for a general discussion of the pseudanglomania of the North American neodynast, there is Perfesser Veblen, whom we still have not actually read. Tusk, tusk. What with the invention of the MacL@@han Tube, though, and more recently the dawning of the Age of Breitbartius, I betcha one can find The Idiot's Guide to Conspicuous Consumption at Amazon, though perhaps not under that exact title.