They're Only Trees, Lady

A worthy soul is desolated that a wind storm wrecked some of her favorite trees in Central Park.

If the country does itself in, will it be because of our stupidity...or our oversensitivity?

My man Fred sez:

Oh grant me the ease that is granted so free,
The birthright of multitudes, give it to me,
That relish their victuals and rest on their bed
With flint in the bosom and guts in the head.

No doubt with mixed feelings, but I'm sure he knew he had a point.

Afterthought. Compared to some, that NYC lady is a stoical moderate.