The World Is Their Oyster (and Their Oyster Knives Are in Hock) 0
I was lucky. My parents paid for my college education. Back in the olden days, when I was a young ‘un, that was indeed possible for middle class families. Hell, when I was a young ‘un, there was still a “middle class.”
That was before college tuition became incredibly expensive and student loans became an instrument for perpetuating penury and paying for banksters’ country-club memberships.
Aside:
I got a letter today asking me to contribute to some memorial for Ronald Reagan. I shall answer it with an envelope full of subscription cards for The Nation, hoping that the senders will read it and learn something.
But they won’t.
