I was invited to address a July 4th picnic/tea party rally in Shelby, Mich., where we spend our summers. Shelby is a village whose main street is about 150 yards long and contains a post office, drug store, bank, hardware store, bakery, and that's about it. It's American as it can be. Millionaire fruit farmers sit together with mechanics and chat in a bakery that has the best doughnuts I've ever eaten. Since they all dress in jeans and coveralls, you can't tell them apart. The population of this village hovers around 1,900. And Shelby doesn’t have just a tea...