It’s completely ridiculous.
Paul Frantizek

It’s a testimony to how out-of-whack our politics have gotten that such middle-of-the-road policies provoke such hyperventillating from all quarters of the establishment — the progressives, the neolibs and the neocons.

As theories go, mine is far simpler toward how the bizarrely unifying mystic will of the American political mind works in assembling its popular perceptions of presidents:

That the only reason Obama was so literally unimpeachable, was the horrific specter of that creepy-clown caricature name of Biden as his replacement, which was of course roundly unthinkable;

And that the true impetus behind this rising general disdain for a new president who has barely even begun to warm the chair in the Oval Office, is the unarticulated but agreeable notion of an ordinary Christian Republican name of Pence, taking his place.

I don’t know a lot about this Christian Democrat thing; as a true-blue American it sounds a tad European for my tastes. Doing things Europe’s way has never seemed to me to be a very workable project in American politics. Ever since the failure of the Articles of Confederation to assemble a new Europe on these shores, made up of divergent and hostile neighbors who simply refuse to get along out of a plain old stubborn principle of retaining dozens of languages, currencies and codes of law for their own sake, the American experiment has always been centuries ahead of Europe in openly rejecting what must certainly be seen as the true “nationalism” of the European tradition of politics: essentially an ongoing divisive calamity.

Whether anyone thinks they think so or not, probably the most powerful of all the traditions in American governance is vested neither in its Constitution nor in the platforms of its parties, but in the quite unofficial and non-partisan ideal of “one nation, indivisible.”

For me, this recent fashionable sense of panic and the piling-on of one theory of looming catastrophe after another, are in their way the healthiest of signs that far less is really coming apart at the seams than is being portrayed from all quarters. It is freedom of expression run gleefully amok, an entire people squawking its knee-jerk up-to-the-minute reactions to every little thing, because we can.

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