Not speaking of myself or anyone else here: do you know what the big problem is with this line of attack?
The same problem there is with this one.
IT’S BEING MADE IN AMERICA.
The last place to talk about reflexive devotion to the family you were born with, the town you grew up in or the person you’re expected to marry, for the love of your scowling ancestors.
We’re restless. We’re ornery progress junkies. And for every “Small Town,” there are the entire careers of Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seager and everyone else who couldn’t wait to get out, change names, and define their own weird lives. Many of us do, and the rest reserve the right.
So when you preach reflexive debt to anyone with your last name, and stay-local-die-local canton loyalty, you’re preaching to another country.
S’why the wench is dead.