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...various elements in contemporary American society, the traditional idea of personal charity seems pointless. The liberal posture, devolved from Franklin Delano Roosevelt's welfare state, holds that benefits for the poor, the sick, the needy are in fact their civil right, and should not be dependent on the largesse of some kindhearted, well-heeled benefactor. In this view, charity is a dirty word, a patronizing concept...
...Sara Delano Roosevelt was a rich, idle, unintelligent widow who worshipped her son. Aged 50 when Eleanor and Franklin married, she had 35 years of relentless meddling left in her. It was she who bought the couple's houses (near or adjoining hers), furnished them with her own dreadful taste, staffed them with cadres of servants. When the six children began arriving, she contested Eleanor over every matter of upbringing. Franklin Jr. once recalled: "Granny referred to us as 'my children,' adding, 'Your mother only bore...
Baltimore. July 1970. Dr. Delano Meriwether, a 27-year-old hematologist, is stretched out on his bed watching a telecast of a track meet between the U.S. and France. He stares intently at the 100-meter dash, turns to his wife Myrtle and says, "Hey, I think I can beat those guys." Myrtle nods and mutters, "Sure, honey...
Mandatory membership, Buckley maintained, was "a modern writ of indenture" and violated his right of free speech, not to mention two other constitutional guarantees. Buckley, asked by a reporter about the "showmanship" involved in his weekly political talk show, replied, "I'm not nearly as histrionic as Franklin Delano Roosevelt was." He also distinguished his type of performance from Bob Hope's. That distinction was painfully manifest to viewers of Buckley's recent guest gig on Laugh-In, in which he matched limp quips with Rowan and Martin...
When the fund-raising began, Andrew Imutan took a microphone up on the terrace above the lawn and asked everybody to shut their [sic] eyes and pretend they [sic] were a farm worker's wife in the dusty plains of Delano, California, eating baloney sandwiches for breakfast at 3 a. m. before heading out into the fields. . . . So they all stood there in their Pucci dresses, Gucci shoes, Capucci scarves, either imagining they were grape workers' wives or wondering if the goddamned wind would ever stop. The wind had come up off the ocean and it was wrecking everybody...