We have become a society that can't self-correct that can't address its obvious problems that can't pull out of its nosedive. And so to our list of disasters let us add this fourth entry: we have entered an age of folly that – for all our Facebooking and the twittling tweedle-dee-tweets of the twitterati – we can't wake up from.
When I was a little kid I used to play with guys twice my age so I was the last one picked so if I picked I knew that I had to get the ball to the scorer if I wanted to stay on the court so that was pretty much my job.
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The divine right of husbands like the divine right of kings may it is hoped in this enlightened age be contested without danger.
