Le Charme Discret de la Bourgeoisie (title changed to obliterate bad puns)

I don’t know about the rest of you, but when a billionairess talks about “greed,” I want to throw up. I was thinking about that yesterday… before I heard the Heinz heiress’ latest pronouncement… while shopping at the Sunday Hollywood Farmer’s Market. It’s the kind of place where you see a lot of familiar faces a la Gypsy Boots that go way back to the Be-In-Flower-Power days. One of those was this scruffy sixty-something guy hawking copies of the Revolutionary Workers’ Party paper. I never knew his name, but I had seen him selling the same or similar periodicals maybe a hundred times before over thirty-five or so years, even bought a paper or three from him back in the day. The headlines were virtually the same then as they are now and the guy didn’t look all that different – aged, of course – but now I found him touching… and worthy of respect actually. He had made his choice in life, sacrificing himself as he fought for la causa to the bitter end. Maybe Marxism doesn’t work, but it is a dream of equality with an idealistic base. I’ll give him that and I’ll take that nameless guy over the Teresa Heinz Kerrys of the world any day.

UPDATE: Wretchard, if you haven’t already read him, senses the soft underbelly and the poignance in all this. He is perhaps more sympathetic to the Hipocroisie than I am… or perhaps not.