And so, I asked myself: in what country was there a place for men like me - men who refused to say 'yes' to the parasites and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. And then one day, the happy answer came to me, my friends:
I suppose I could riff a list of things that I care as little about as our last week together. Lemme see, uh, low-carb diets. Michael Moore. The Republican National Convention. Kabbalah and all Kabbalah-related products. Hi-def TV, the Bush daughters, wireless hot spots, The O.C., the U.N., recycling, getting Punk’d, Danny Gans, the Latin Grammys, the real Grammys. Jeff, that Wiggle who sleeps too darn much, The Yankees payroll, all the red states, all the blue states, every hybrid car, every talk show host, everything on the planet, everything in the solar system, everything everything everything everything everything that exists — past, present and future, in all discovered and undiscovered dimensions. Oh, and Hugh Jackman.