First of all, seriously, his name is James Thurber? How appropriate!
Knowing that Trump couldn't draft an executive order to save his life, we have to conclude that this is what the right wanted to sustain and increase the Oligarchy. To quote Red in The Shawshank Redemption, "And, OH MY, how the money rolled in."
James Thurber, H. L. Mencken, Cyril M. Kornbluth and others, I'm sure.
The true Prophets of our times.
We had a couple of books of Thurber's writings and cartoons kicking around the house as I was growing up. I remember this one (and a lot more too) from my youth:
Anybody remember the 1969-1970 Television show based on Thurber's works?
Yep and I still recall my disappointment.
"About those cartoons. When someone criticized Harold Ross, the New Yorker's first editor, for keeping on staff "a fifth-rate artist like Thurber", Ross replied, "You're wrong. Thurber is a third-rate artist." I don't know about that; Ross was a kindly man. In fact, anybody who can't draw better than James Thurber probably has trouble tying his own shoelaces. But so what?" Donald Westlake.