Dispatches from the Culture War
Let’s give it another go, shall we?
My last missive was, shall we say, a tad down in the mouth. Things could not possibly be so dire. As one critic would have it, it sounded as though my dog had died.
Well, she did, in fact. The day before the election. And there is an enormous Maggie shaped hole in my heart.
Like so many of my friends and allies these days, I wake up every morning with one thought at the front of my mind:
What fresh hell will Trump bring today?
Maybe it will be careless antagonism of one of our long-standing international allies.
We have always been at war with Australia! Bad hombres!
Maybe it will be careless antagonism of one of our long-standing international rivals. What could possibly go wrong with putting Iran “on notice”? Or warning China to steer clear of the South China Sea? Especially when the Pentagon itself had no advance warning that such red lines would appear.
After an outpouring of reader demand, The Writer is back with My Favorite World, a (purportedly) once-weekly feature that highlights some things that make this my favorite world. I had stopped posting MFW after week 37 because it seemed to be not so popular. However, the application of true cash money attached to a request to resume is more than I can deny.
Friday, January 20, 2017, Inauguration Day, was one of the hardest days of my life. I felt, at turns, crushing despair and overwhelming nausea, mingled with a steady stream of red-hot rage at the people who brought us to this sorry pass.
Many friends refused to watch. I would not have missed it for the world.
