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One last thing:

You, as a right-thinking, good-hearted person, must watch this short film by the Cuarons about Naomi Klein's latest book, The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism. My beloved and brilliant father long maintained that, basically, it was all Reagan's fault. Pretty good general rule. In every father-child relationship, however, the child must define per/him/her-self against that dominating parental energy. This is my moment, late in my twenty-eighth year, the time when I step over the line from dutiful child to rebellious, self-defining adult. I'm my own man now, Father! It wasn't all Reagan's fault--Milton Friedman did it, too!

Wow, that felt good. Love you, Dad!

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Trudy said…
well, let me just say that *I* still have your back. Love, Mom. Cool pciture though...and I just stopped dear old dad in it...help, help, he's being attacked by alien ice cream cones....
Trudy said…
Well, I don't know why I said "stopped dear old dad" when I meant "saw dear old dad". It must have been fright that drove the right word from my fingers. The Shock book got a great review in the New York Times book review today.

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