We human beings, so naive, so gullible. We forget so quickly. We are easily lulled into a kind of amnestic stupor. We are warm and secure and beyond well nourished, so much so that the fears that haunted our ancestors have disappeared. Our memories are clean and we are happy and ignorant, and it seems that absent corporate conspiracy or devious government schemes, not much can hurt us.
Imagine, you are the middle of middle class. You are the person whose welfare every politician says they worry about. The president of the United States even named his analytic specialty after you — “middle class economics.” You and your spouse have reasonably steady jobs, your combined incomes pay for your house and mortgage, taxes, transportation, expenses and a couple of kids. Life is not easy, but for now ends meet.
“There are a lot of good people here, on both sides of the aisle. And many of you have told me that this isn’t what you signed up for — arguing past each other on cable shows, the constant fundraising, always looking over your shoulder at how the base will react to every decision.
What follows is a rough transcript (very rough, although based on a true story) of Thursday’s Editorial Board meeting, held at an undisclosed location deep inside Wenatchee World world headquarters. For those who don’t know, the Editorial Board is three people who meet once a week for serious in-depth discussions of what topics the newspaper’s weekend editorials will address, and what slant they will take. This was the conversation: