The Bill of Rights
I want to talk about the Bill of Rights this holiday season. Why, you ask? What in Concha’s kitchen does the Bill of Rights have to do with the holiday season when everyone is out and about “malling” each other (or perhaps it’s “mauling” each other) over the latest smart phone, gaming console (even though there are probably two or three back home already), must-have outfit, or perfume? Why be such a buzz killer when everybody or just about everybody is out stressing over spending money they don’t have? Who cares if most Americans don’t know what the Bill of Rights are? Aren’t they just some words on paper that some old, dead, white dudes wrote a long time ago? Continue reading “The Bill of Rights” »



