When it’s time to decide who killed the American family, I nominate the Masters of the Universe, Our Captains of Industry. They sezed the global dream that American families should accept the pay of Burmese villagers. First they pushed American parents into the workplace to compete with their partners, then sent what work they could overseas while slipping the wretched of the Earth across the border. No one has been left the time and energy to be a family.

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