When the commies blew up my father’s factories following the war—he had shut them down for four years—he came to America and became a shipowner. Little ole me followed a few years later.
The place was paradise for the haves and close to paradise for the have-nots. It now reminds me a bit of immediate postwar Europe.
A place full of violent men seeking retribution, displaced persons complaining of having gotten a raw deal, and opportunist politicians seeking to gain an edge.
And it’s all Thomas Jefferson’s fault.
Sounds about right.