When It Rain It Pours…rerun

I thought the most exciting part of my day would be to “Friend” Morton Salt on Facebook but I just didn’t get around to it. I got waylaid by a hundred pages or so of a short little political tract by Daniel J. Boorstin. Sporting the expectation lowering title “The Genius Of American Politics” and written in the year of the bored, 1953, it’s a rah rah, for reform over political revolution and just reinforced my recent self-awareness as a progressive conservative reformer. That’s to say I would fall that way politically if I had an interest in raw politics at all. And I don’t. Really.

What beats my drum is political theory. And Mr. Boorstin insist this U.S.of A has never had a political clue much less a concept. And that all the history of this side of the pond is just the furtherance of Anglo/saxon common law constitutionalism and sequels to the English Civil War. That the American Revolution was more reform than riot and that our own Civil War was an argument about means, not ends. Both sides made war to uphold the true meaning of Federalism.

I enjoyed it.

And to show my cynicism yields occasionally to the collective good, we are ordering a large pizza from Homemade Pizza tonight as each pie means four bucks going to a nearby area school. And many loudmouth youngin’s who live around these inner city parts attend said campus.

* About year later that Pizza Chain went under.
** and now for an NFL game worth a bag of pork skins.


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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