Michael Malone - Weebly

ights, and so on, as long as order was preserved. Nor
should the majority bed and board the so-called
underprivileged, who were sure, as soon as they were
rested and fat enough, to bite the hand that fed them!
But social security was one thing, national security
another. Ridiculous! The middle-class children of the
last decade, with their middle-aged gurus, had, to put it
bluntly, tried, well, to unman their founders. Here in this
bicentennial summer, this wonderful country was
ashamed of who it was, suspicious even of what was no
more than self-preservation! Ridiculous! Didn't know
what they were saying!
With such annoyance, Ernest Ransom argued his
way through the editorial pages of the morning Times.
The banker (decorated for gallantry in the last just war,
recipient of a silver star and the Croix de Guerre)
grieved that his nation, which had once driven
triumphant through the streets of the world, puissant in
its virtue and honorable in its preeminence, was now
stripped of its rank, mocked, harried at home, and
despised abroad. He closed and tersely folded his
paper, then felt for his coffee. His wife moved the cup