Hey Rube

Good questions from HST in his new book.

How long, O lord, how long? This blizzard of shame is getting a little old, isn't it? Just how low do we have to fall before the voters catch on?

Indeed. How many times can a man be robbed--on the same street, by the same people--before they call him a Rube? Bob Dylan said that, in a tattered old song called "Blowin' in the Wind." Read it and weep, you poor bastards--because Dylan was yesterday, and George Bush is now.