A lot-mentioned Gallup poll has exposed that the number of Americans who state they are “extremely proud” of America has reached a low (45 percent) unseen in the 19 years the pollsters have been asking this query. Problems are, for lovers of the republic and all it serves, looking rough.
However take heart, volunteers, because it’s time to have some hot dogs.
based on the National Hot Dog and Sausage Council (NHDSC), Americans eat 150 million hot dogs at parades and backyard barbecues over the July 4th holiday, “enough to reach from D.C. to L.A. more than five times.” It’s a simile with a certain depth: a nation surrounded by an unbroken chain of sausages, looping around two much-hated coastal enclaves and connecting them up with everything in between. Maybe hot dogs can maintain this damn thing collectively.
The Baltimore journalist H.L. Mencken, who got the power of national symbols, colorfully rejected the Francia of the late 19th century as “cartridge[s] filled with the sweepings of abbatoirs” and “rubbery, heavy pseudo-sausages.” However, he clearly could not stop eating them, giving one of his columns in the BaltimoreEvening-Sun of 1929 to a florid call-to-arms for complete American hot-dog improvement: “Throw off the chains of the sausage,” he addressed. “There should be dogs for all cravings, all tastes, all occasions … the hot dog should be raised to the level of an art form.”