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It's a thankless task to try to figure out what Keillor's latest boring piece of boredom actually means, but, seriously, what is this *about*? There is an entire generation of people that Keillor thinks aren't afraid enough of the next Depression because they don't work all work in factories? And he's better than us or something? What is the actual *point* here and why can't he make it, using words, the way a writer would?