Part One: Michael Tapscott I’ve come to realize that I love America. Perhaps it is reading Phillip Roth's The Plot Against America, a Jewish nightmare novel that imagines Charles Lindbergh defeating Roosevelt in the 1940 presidential election, sealing an Icelandic deal with Hitler and beginning frazzled out Semitic programs of his own. Viewing one’s country ripped apart instills a sort of swarthy patriotism in me and I am trying my hardest not to scrutinize things through a nostalgic lens, but I miss Bo Jackson and I miss trail mix with M&M's in it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87X2TV_Fkj4&feature=related To think of the suburban American [...]