This week will mark the 236th birthday of America. In case you were wondering, that makes her an old bitch. Not necessarily old in the "geriatric holed up in a nursing home waiting to die" kind of way (though some would make this argument) but old in the "you oughta know better" kind of way. Countries age differently than people, not unlike dogs in this respect but in the opposite direction. America, at 236, is finally like a young adult with young adult problems. Books (tomes, really) have been written on this topic and I will not get into it at this time as it has "been done" practically to death. Think of all those politicians that get elected simply because they've got the loudest voice when condemning the problems plaguing this great nation, on the other hand, timorous me just critiques (same as they) without the desire for political power. You can just get on a soapbox nowadays and gripe and whine until someone elects you to office just so you'll shut up and stop decrying the problems in our great nation.
With this said, America oughta know better when it comes to her grocery stores. The great grocery store has become an American way of life unto itself, it's the bounty of the harvest in an easily digestible format. You can even go to the grocery store and pay for your own groceries (only in certain neighborhoods) with a credit card. Some places actually trust you to PAY for all that stuff in your cart ON YOUR OWN! You can just walk in and without any cash/money, walk out with food aplenty. You're encouraged to pay, but you're monitoring yourself. Who's that honest? Got food stamps? They accept those too, but they're not stamps anymore either, they're on a card. Swipe your card with imaginary money and walk out with real food. If that's not the dream of our founding fathers, I can't imagine what it could possibly be.
