Predating my mother and her cronies, inimitable candor can be traced right to the pen and parley of our country’s Founding Fathers. Themselves from the bucolic life of farming, they likely would draw glances down the long and up-turned noses of many of our contemporary Multicultural, Metrosexual Millennials who can stomach nothing associate with principled and critical thought based behavior. In their estimation, if it can’t be emoted, then it must be too boorish for anyone of any true breeding. They can hardly fathom that their Ivy League MBAs are not on equaled by but bested by the common sense brilliance sported by a bunch of 18th-century peasants masquerading as statesmen in wigs and stockings…and in public, no doubt. These are the same high-brows that, no doubt, would have a problem with outhouse two-holers that serve as residence for their primal and intellectual equals–shit-house rats.
Though it might come as a surprise to the Metrosexual sensibilities of our liberal friends, Franklin, Jefferson, Madison, and their cadre of 18th Century political pugilists had mastered uncanny insights into the nature(s) of those who would exist long after they, our Founders, were centuries- old dust. Despite an education that, by today’s standard, might barely reach the fourth grade level, our Founders could hold their own with any of today’s intellectual giants, evidenced by the fact that their constitutional architecture has sustain itself through decades of postured assaults and protected the rest of us from the “… mindless whims of the masses.” . . .