What the hell is the American Dream, I wondered? Seven credit cards maxed-out, living paycheck to paycheck, upside down on the mortgage in a boring house you don't really like, a job you hate but the retirement plan gotcha, your little boy buzzing on force-fed Ritalin, wife and daughter gobbling Prozac and everyone wondering, “Is this all there is?”
Actually, yes. Well, maybe a week at Disneyland with that stupid mouse.
As much as I detest the phrase I shall attempt to define it.Actually, yes. Well, maybe a week at Disneyland with that stupid mouse.
"To be a yeoman farmer or miner or perhaps if we must, a yeoman merchant, who can, when pestered by petty bureaucrats or revenuers, feed said leaches to half wild swine."