I re-read A Man Without A Country by Kurt Vonnegut on Sunday, and I had to laugh when I got to this part:
Joe, a young man from Pittsburg, came up to me with one request: “Please tell me it will all be okay.”
“Welcome to Earth, young man,” I said. “It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, Joe, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of: Goddamn it Joe, you’ve got to be kind!”
During a campaign season with all together too many Joes, it was pleasant to encounter Vonnegut’s Joe. If only elections could be as straightforward as Vonnegut was.
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