Well Adhay, you had it right. It’s all location, location, location. We control the most temperate swath of North America, spanning from ocean to ocean. That land is incredibly rich, teeming with mineral resources and vast tracts of fertile land. We have been protected not only by the seas, but through long borders with only two other countries, both of which have not posed great threats to our security. The wealth of the nation not owned by any king that we recognized, sponsored the altruism that permitted people freedom, to exploit the bounty, and innovate. We were free from the history of internecene conflict that plagued the old world, our resources funneled into the growth of industry. And through this time, all those who cared more for freedom than nationalism made their way across the world, to become us. Only under those circumstances could a single nation progress humankind to the acme of our existence, McDonalds.
And all the other stuff we did first, and all the times we kicked every other country’s asses.
And it was really sweet of the indigenous folk to hand it over to whitey for a penny on the dollar. And, it’s not just here, it’s all around the world.
BTW how did you suss the jazz? I love that music, and I am a musican, but, pretty much I only listen to jazz. My chops really aren’t good enough to play that genre.
Now I remember. I like Mingus, and I’ve heard of the album, but I haven’t actually listened to it.
Oddly enough there’s a small software development company out there called Pithecanthropus erectus, and software is, in fact, what I do. But still it’s just a coincidence.
A not-so-minor nitpick is that the employer doesn’t usually control health care per se. Usually the way it works is they partially fund your portion of a group policy, but then you work through the insurance company just as if you were a private policy holder. Or, alternatively, the largest companies often have a self-funded contingency account to provide benefits, so it isn’t really “insurance” at all. However, services are still administered by an insurance company, and you still work through them as if you were a policy holder.
The company does decide whether or not to provide health coverage at all, but it’s not as if they’re going to tell somebody, “So, Jenkins, because of the way you eff’d up the Stackhouse deal, I don’t believe we’re going to be able to proceed with your wife’s gall bladder operation.”
I still don’t like it, and it certainly doesn’t refute your point.
Not that he’s never had his troubles, but then, who hasn’t?
To be honest, when he first left home at the tender age of 16 (after that drawn out ‘difference of opinion’ with his parents), and moved across the globe to seek his fortune in a foreign land, we all feared the worst, make no mistake. Some of us made the effort to stay in contact with him, but, well, you know how these things go…
I think a turning point was when he sent us notification of his desire to legally separate himself from his parents. That was, oh, some time around his 17th I seem to recall. He said he wanted to make a clean start in life, be fully independent. Who were we to argue? By and by he fell in with an odd bunch of like-minded fellows. There was young Bill Offrites (a numbers-runner), Con Gresse (a gang boss) and the gal in his arms, Milli Tias (who danced in a local troupe), as well as a whole bunch of other revolting personages I don’t care to recall. No doubt it was a tough time for him.
But this new environment seemed to do wonders for his constitution, which, as a child had always been poor. He worked hard, slaving himself away, day after day and was beginning to make something of himself. He was prospering, to be sure, but at what cost? Some say it was his slavish work-ethic that finally caused him to snap. ‘Split personality’ they said it was, whatever that means. Like there were two of him there was, each the polar opposite of the other, antagonistic to the extreme. Almost killed him, it did.
Almost. But in time he came around. Continued working hard. He even tried giving up the drink, for a while at least. But there are some faults even the righteous man can’t conquer. There were periods of depression, long and bleak. There were periods of mania where it seemed there was an enemy under every bed.
But when the momentum of despair swung upwards, he could be literally over the moon with confidence and optimism.
Yeah, he’s had his ups and downs, but haven’t we all?