"That's Typing" Tuesday, in which I share unpolished, unpublished writings from my vast store of unpolished, unpublished writings. On Tuesdays.
I don't know what you were up to yesterday—me, I was watching my 401(k) go down the tubes. Again. That's twice in the last three years.
Last time (way back in 2008, if you can remember that far), things got so bad, we were about a week away from trading beaver pelts for food. This time? Well, let's just say if we have to resort to cannibalism, Katie-Bar-The-Door could last a pretty good while on my carcass.
But that won't do me much good.
They used to say Social Security was the "third rail" of American politics. Now it's compromise, the dirtiest word you can still say on daytime television, as long as you never admit to engaging in it. But while I can appreciate idealism and adherence to principle as much as the next guy, in this case, compromise is the principle at stake—else we're all just frogs swimming across the river with a scorpion on our backs.
Anyway, in honor of the latest economic meltdown, here's D.W. Griffith's 1909 short A Corner In Wheat, a National Film Registry selection that stands for the proposition that the more things change, the more they stay the same.
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