Uncle Sam’s underbelly
IMAGINE this sentence rendered in 19th century Ireland. From our perspective it would come across as the Punchesque, top-o-the marnin’ yer lardship, fetlock-tuggin’ nonsense it is. It would portray us as a bunch of simian halfwits content to grovel around at their masters’ feet to get a half a tatie and a swig o’ porter to keep us happy.
So when the quote refers to a similarly downtrodden culture shouldn’t our hackles rise?
