Welcome to America, the dwelling-place of the historically free, cum brave, people, where today's technology is already anachronistic, obesity enjoys the privilege of healthiness, and where resipiscence is met with the intolerance that such a big word invites. Make no notice of that man, Papa Squirell says to Junior, he's just a transient. Oh but our little acorn has been feeding him, Mama Squirell hisses. Junior! Papa reprimands, how many times have I told you not to feed the humans? It makes them dependent and they'll starve in the real world! You don't want that, do you? In Adams Morgan the rats have nationalised the water and sewer authority; we're all hopeful it proves to be a vast improvement. When pigs fly. Isn't that the baby-boomer classic retort? When won't America be the bestest? When pigs fly! Right. What about the two-headed one with antlers that passed overhead? I didn't do as well in my college economics course as I would have liked; I had...