A gold star and a high-five if you know exactly which Captain Kangaroo jingle happens to fit the entry title.
The first half of "Freedom and Culture" was written off the cuff - the idea is (obviously) my topic of choice, argments were at the fore of my mind and the discussion with aforementioned Baby Boomers had occurred only a few days before. I've set myself up to explain the necessity of spreading democracy: why American foreign policy popularly implemented after the Second World War finally failed; what immediate and otherwise categorical dangers are inherent in a world half-free; and why global democracy, as an ideal, is not only sympathetic but vital to the ever-refined American destiny.
I come from the C.S. Lewis school of dialectic: less numbers and facts, more reason and common sense. In an essay such as this, I will need to assemble my various historical P's and Q's. I may need the rest of the week, but I'm looking forward to a completed statement.
UNRELATED BUT TO THE FIRST PARAGRAPH: As a toddler, I am told, the mere sight of Captain Kangaroo on the television set would propel me into joyous hysteria, shrieking my innocent corruption of the gentleman's nom de télé: "Cahkoo! Cahkoo! Cahkoo!"
I am also aware of my equally animated and inarticulate expression of love for yogurt at the same young age. Upon the presentation of the creamy, fermented stuff, I would enter into another fit, crying out "Yo-yuck! Yo-yuck! Yo-yuck!"
So, then. End of the week, Cahkoo and Yo-Yuck - no, er, Freedom and Culture. Both couplings, perhaps?