Comedienne Paula Poundstone had an excellent bit about kittens. I can’t do it justice myself, so I’ll humbly paraphrase: Sometimes we’re proud of the wrong thing. My cat climbs the curtains. I don’t want her to do that, but she’s way up at the top. When she’s way up there, what does she say? “Mom! Mom! I’m up sooooo high!”
This protester, whose zen-like white middle class obliviousness has been disrupted by high oil prices, an uppity Negro with the gall to run for high office and Italian lettuce, is digging her adorable kitty claws into the curtain rod.