We’ve met the Horsemen. We’ve named the disease. Now comes the question that has been keeping me up at night, the one that started as a seed and grew into something I can’t pull out of my pea brain no matter how hard I try.
Is any of this accidental?
Bear with me. I’m not a conspiracy theorist. I’m an eighty year old man who has been watching American politics since 1964, who has seen administrations come and go, who has lived through assassinations and Watergate and Vietnam and Iran-Contra and all the other moments when the republic looked into the abyss and stepped back from the edge.
And somewhere out there, someone is reading this who wasn’t reading it last week. Someone who picked it up the way you used to pick up a newspaper left on a lunch counter, not because they were looking for it, but because it was just sitting there.
