Okay, I’ve mentioned once or twice (or thrice or fice) that I eat macadamias when I get grumpy. Last week I covered the Republican presidential candidates debate and got so grumpy, and ate so many macadamias, that I couldn’t even climb back into my tree by the time I got home. Chef got worried and put me on a diet. Chef also told me to do deep breathing exercises when I get grumpy. I tried that and Mrs. Squirrel asked if I was trying to have a baby. Maybe it was a way of telling me her news. It seems our anniversary to the tree where we first met created a Little Surprise. The baby is already listing names. Yes, I’m thrilled.
The point is, deep breathing exercises sound very strange from a squirrel, so I needed another way to deal with my grumpiness. So Chef suggested I try exercise. I suggested she climb up and down my tree several times a day and get back to me. And I already enjoy the BPI hot tub faculty lounge squirrel bath, so a relaxing soak in a tub wasn’t the answer either.
Elizabeth Warren was.
She’s not just brilliant. She also has a knack for explaining progressive ideas in terms that make sense for anyone. Take her recent statement on the Republicans’ “class warfare” talking point:
I hear all this, you know, ‘Well, this is class warfare, this is whatever.’ No. There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own – nobody.
You built a factory out there? Good for you. But I want to be clear. You moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police forces and fire forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn’t have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory – and hire someone to protect against this – because of the work the rest of us did.
Now look, you built a factory and it turned into something terrific, or a great idea. God bless – keep a big hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is, you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along.
I could rant against the “class warfare” dummy talking point and get grumpy. Or I could watch her do it and feel like I just ate a whole big bowl of macadamias.
Elizabeth Warren is better than deep breathing exercises. And no calories.
Good day and good nuts.