Once upon a time there was a very mean witch who lived in a sunny and prosperous country which she called Amerika (I don’t know why she always spelled it with a ‘k’, but that’s another story…)
She was very angry and very depressed because the vast majority of the citizens of this fair country seemed to be quite happy. And happy is to a wicked witch what oil is to water. (Two other favourite topics we’ll return to at a later time…)
To continue. The people lived happy lives with loving families (about 2.3 children on average) in comfortable large houses on leafy green streets in peaceful low-crime neighborhoods that they called suburbs. (Clearly they didn’t live in Europe.)
They commuted to work in large safe vehicles (she pejoratively labelled them ‘gas guzzlers’). They took vacations by flying all over the place in big shiny jet planes. And they seemed to be having so much fun that just about everyone else in the world wanted to come live with them -- either legally or illegally.
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