Dan Quayle on the Cultural Elite

I grew up in a small town in Nebraska, in a blue-collar Republican family. I thought I was just a concerned citizen, worried about the “dumbing down” of our nation (epitomized by the dumb blond in the vice presidency). Imagine my surprise to discover that I’m actually a member of the dreaded “cultural elite”--those amoral intellectuals who know how to spell potato.

Do I turn myself in at Perot headquarters or Clinton headquarters?

GAIL ROCK, Santa Monica