We Won't Overcome

The high-spirited Los Angeles Times reported recently that "fast food is fun again."

In case you don't recall it ever being that way, the Times says the last period of exuberance was when "In-N-Out Burger heated up" and "Krispy Kreme made a splash." (I have to agree, nothing is more entertaining than splashing donuts.)

Why the new sense of exhilaration?

It seems that "a new generation of chains" from Guatemala, Japan, Korea, and the Philippines has arrived in California. You know what that means: These fast-food outlets will soon be spreading everywhere.

I, for one, endorse them. They will lessen cultural disparities in this country, and that can only lead to greater bonds among Americans.

For decades, those of us who trace our roots to Europe and Africa have borne the burden of fast food. Hispanics and Asians have for the most part escaped the curse.

Now they will suffer right alongside us.

I clearly see a nation indivisible, all of us eating badly, united as one.