zodiac1 Mar 2004

You may well laugh. I, however, do not find the preceding exchange funny at all. It's a sign of a sick sad time when a hard-working jerky-eating American finds himself mocked simply because he is not a Cack-Weatherby, 76th Earl of Westmoreland, or some such. Well I may not be titled aristocracy, Sir -=Dark_Angel=-, but I am its American equivalent, being heir to the enormous Milwaukie Brownstein Meat-Processing fortune, and in addition possessor of a four-year business degree from a reputable American university (which, unlike yourself, I have paid for.) I spend summers in various fashionable European vacation spots which I refer to in close company as 'foraging for culture' and which I secretly find boring and unhealthful to my digestive system. What's more, Mr. Lord -=Dark_Angel=-, I live in a sprawling modern ranch house with every imaginable appliance at my fingertips - while you, sir, rattling around in your crumbling ancestral manor, are barely able to afford the most basic contrivances in plumbing.