museums. Theaters. And people want me to believe that rags from Versace and Armani are all that a person needs. That they’re enough. That life is nothing but pyramid schemes and promissory notes. That freedom is money and money is freedom. While our lives aren’t worth a kopeck. Well, and…well, and…you know…I can’t even find the words…I feel sorry for my little granddaughters. I pity them. That’s what gets beaten into their heads every day on TV. I don’t agree with it. I was and remain a communist.
