Free Roger Stone

'They did not read Darwin, much preferring the Marquis de Sade', to paraphrase Hannah Arendt writing about the rise of Nazism in The Origins of Totalitarianism.

Reading in the newspaper a story about The Russian Imperial Movement, now going full-steam ahead, I can foresee both the vector and the point where white supremacists will either be trampled by other white supremacists in a rally for mob justice, or be reduced to picking blueberries in season at minimum wage.

When the demon strongmen clamp down it now has an adverse effect on their aims, which are always temporary, the so-called strongmen not having the vision to see beyond their noses.

Meantime the American attention span, never acute, tunes into Lebron James, professional basketball player, seeming to believe that what Lebron James says is important and has real meaning.

The president himself has reached the most poetic point in his political career, having passed through his lyrical phase and advancing to the epic, incrementally, hoping that his great masterwork will be taken seriously enough to be anthologized in the Penguin series of Important  English Speaking Poets. A reader of the president's work is advised to simply sit back and enjoy the last 100 or so pages of his epic without the need of assigning any specific meaning to it.

The conscious citizen may feel like the patient etherized on Eliot's table, a victim of his own intrinsic disinterest, and is experiencing more and more trouble with meaning. The conscious citizen reads as much as he can, having been told that,  "a lot of great writing" is sure to come out of the pandemic, but all he sees is a lot of great old writing coming out of the pandemic--Olivier Twitter and Great Expectations, Hannah Arendt, and Joseph Roth's beautifully written, The Radetsky March.