Some thoughts about my country as I get ready to leave it on a 16 hours flight, in the midst of a crazy week of elections:
- This has been the absolute craziest month in politics I’ve witnessed, and I was here in the states, certifiably depressed, for the Gore/Bush and Supreme Court debacle. I honestly don’t know what’ll happen next. We’ve had acrimonious aspersions, petty digs from both parties, gropings and emails, contracted walls and Weiner’s weiner, a suddenly keen and partisan FBI, Xi Jinping becoming a “core” leader and maybe staying on past his term, Duterte’s rancorous swears. Add Brexit to it all… can we just call this the black swan year of politics? What kind of world and what news of America welcome me when I land on the other side? I have no idea. I am the most anxious and uncertain I’ve ever been about a presidential election – it seems not just feasible but likely that the veneer of civilization we’ve operated under gets subsumed by a furious tide of bile and class anger in November. And yet, I would still never trade this tabloid heavy media circus for the eerie, placid silence of the censored societies.