One has to be overwhelmed by the class and quality of Kunstler's writing. I hope the Pulitzer committee makes note of this. For instance we have in the very first paragraph alone:
"A great orgasm shuddered through the money world..."
"...it feels good to have quantities of smoke blown up your ass..."
"..the American experience will be more like getting flushed down a toilet."
"... this Euro organism really cannot escape some sort of cascading collapse."
He appears to have an obscession with orgasm and asses. He predicts, again, some enormous collaspe, and then an idyllic return to nature. If one were to have blown up one's ass if would surely be over some woodsy campfire.
He condemns strip malls and worst of all the Dollar Store! I shop there all the time for items costing double somewhere else. What's he thinking?
And then he ends his tourettes rant with this jewel: "We may even live to see Mitch McConnell roasted on a spit in some Kentucky parking lot." Really, roasted on a spit? Is there some latet desire of Kunstler to have smoke blown up his ass? Where does this hate come from? Was Kunstler denied some special toy as a child?
Finally, it's ironic that Kunstler's latest diatribe against the 'American experience' comes the day after NASA successfuly lands a magnificent scientific instrument on the surface of Mars. Nice experience that.
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