You know, I'm proud to have my nation compared to Slovakia. I'm pleased that the new head of state in Peru -- Ol' What's His Name -- is tamping down the leftist rhetoric and embracing the investor class, rather than flamboyantly consolidating his own power, like the guy who runs Brazil. And rather than concern myself with the soggy sleep-ins and warmed-over anarchism of Occupy Wall Street, I'm sending some money to Somalia, because despite the fact that the Somalians are dirt poor, they have their priorities right. Rather than organize for relief of the destitute, they're demonstrating against an offshoot of al Qaeda, which heretofore was and forever hence will never be on our list of strategic priorities.
Whether we are heading for a Great Entropy or a Similarly Great Syntropy, I feel that it's important that we sail ahead with some sense of decorum. And so I feel compelled to come out against all of this Occupation of Wall Street that I am seeing throughout the nation. Yes, I do agree with everything they're saying. But I just cannot abide what I am seeing in the streets of America. All of this endless commingling of common people -- their thoughts sprawling hither and yon, their angst worn too evidently on their sleeve, their tonsorial habits too varied and non-traditional -- is just so déclassé.