The 1950's were times that spawned Republicans, most were nice people. They helped the halt, the hurting, and the poor, while building businesses and communities-I lived it.
My hometown is Windsor (CT) where the Democrats and the Republicans once mixed easily back in the 50's and into the 60's. Meet Your Neighbor Nights--the town turned out, men in fedoras, shirt and tie, ladies in skirts and blouses, their hair done up too.
That was a time when we played golf at 8 a.m. on Saturdays
and the fairways were empty. There was no crowd. It was a time
when being Republican was not an embarrassment. All that has changed.
So Pizza Begins in the 50's
Today, being a Republican appears to mean we are to follow
a Mississippi GOP boss. A Hair Job. Grinny teeth. A man who can
stand toe to toe with Bill Clinton in the Dialogue That Says
Absolutely Nothing.
That GOP guy lies daily, for party, country and pay check. The once proud grand old party had become The Problem, as have the Democrats, who had different patrons, but were no different in their allegiance to the persuasive power of philosophy - but who are slaves to American and international bucks.
Back then, we had a pizza place, the Old Town Tavern, in Windsor's "center" of town. The Old Town produced what then was high quality pie. Back then the good pizza-makers did not charge more than their inferior competitors: hell, they'd never have survived. Money was tight then. But we ate 'em regularly.
Pizza. It is the food of the common man-for the Every Man we all believe ourselves to be if not in fact.
Pizza: so few understand the nuances, the small perfections, and the crunch of East Coast Pizza Success. It surely is denied to most Americans, and certainly all Foreigners.
Pizza: as you cast your eye around, remember pizza is the food of the little man; if they charge you as if the pie is for Nobility, I hope you rebel. Don't pay extra, don't get gulled, great pie is everywhere in this American Pizza Belt, and we hold each pie maker to the highest standards.
When one of the two political parties (or the third, or the fourth) side up to you and then ask you for their support, please remind 'em that unlike the Common Food for Everyman: (pizza), they've been dining on caviar and Champagne, all for free.
Then. Ask them if their man is more shallow than, say, me. I am shallow, but I do doubt George Bush is any deeper than me intellectually. Which ain't an endorsement for the Big Job.
While we dine on fine Pizza, and we pay for every slice, they become "they" when they don't eat pizza with us and dine, tax free, apart, "special", no doubt.
Mr. Bush and his minions are no doubt eating shrimp, fresh from the Gulf. Or Argentina's sweetest grilled beef.
Ah While we eat pizza. So. Who wins in the end?