Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Several weeks ago we joined some friends for some tasty Chinese at a hole-in-the-wall joint in a strip mall in Diamond Bar. Turning into the parking lot, I noticed this sign.
For the sake of context, I guess I should mention that back in the days of my vagrant yoot™, Ed Royce and I were friends. Shared an apartment over one summer, too. Later on, after he and Lewis moved off to Long Beach, we lost track of each other until that Margaret Thatcher event in LA some years ago. He knew of my wife, Mrs TWC, and her work but never connected the last name. While we caught up, he'd occasionally turn and glance at my missus across the room and mutter under his breath: You? And her? Unbelievable. Then he'd give a little bit of a head shake and chuckle.
Now, honestly folks, in a Ronnie Rayguns sort of way, Ed's a mild-mannered Republican member of CONgress whose district includes Fullerton, parts of Anaheim, Walnut, Yorba Linda, and Diamond Bar. Somehow, it's tough to imagine this friendly and unassuming guy as an extremist, whatever that might mean. Well, he's an extremely nice guy. Maybe that's what they mean. To be sure, Ed danced a bit in college with anarcho-capitalism, but I'm pretty sure that the detractors who planted the screeching orange sign in the ice plant wouldn't have a clue about that nor would they even know what anarcho-capitalism is.