It is a fraught time for me. My mother is going in for her second hip replacement operation, my job may cease to exist on Friday and the mother of someone I like has been diagnosed with terminal cancer.
Yet, I still find myself thinking about world politics. I've always been a politics junkie but when my father died the in '99 the world was in good enough shape that I did not need to pay attention.
Now though I am so worried I can not make the politics move to the back burner.
I don't 'get it' though I have the conceit that I am closer than the 'hoi polloi' to 'getting it'. ('Hoi polloi' is pronounced E Polee in modern Greek and simply means 'the many').
So far as I know, not one of us that has managed to put into words, tight and compact and crystal clear words, the source of the outrage that we feel. Hunter and MSOC and many other fine writers have expressed well the actual outrage but we have been less successful in articulating the key illness behind the symptoms.
There is an illness and it is, uncomfortably, older than this administration. Please help me define it and give meaning to these difficult days.
PS. It is very late where I am and I have to sleep soon but I will respond when I can.