If you’re like me, which you’re not, you have longed for revolution since you came back from Nam. (See, I told you, you weren’t like me.) You tried in the ‘60s. You protested the war. You marched down Woodward Avenue with the rest. You took philosophy from a professor who was in the Weather Underground. You breathed the air of revolution which oozed fro…
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