The premise for this selection from about a decade of essays is here.
Happy 2019. Today I’m pushing this collection from 2014 into 2015, with two briefer pieces, thus putting off getting to that fateful year of ’16, when two things I was unknowingly poking at, in these essays on bad American history’s weird impact on American civics, exploded into life.
As I post these two essays in ’15, still to come is the unimaginable ascendency of Donald Trump. And even as I post them, “Hamilton: an American Musical” is transferring to Broadway. Those two events will make me feel like an inarticulate version of Cassandra and leave me nearly speechless (well, nearly nearly). That’s a Cassandra who, instead of saying, “I advise against taking this large wooden horse into our city” can only say “I don’t know, man, I just get a bad feeling there’s something kinda weird going on, somewhere.”
Only a few more essays left in this collection. They will come from the years ’16-18, climactically strange ones for me, given my subject in these essays.
But back in those ignorant days of ’15, I posted one of my rare sideswipes at right-wing history idiocy (I usually reserve critical intelligence for what matters, the liberal consensus): “Ted Cruz and Patrick Henry.” (Remember Ted Cruz?) And I got into the goofball public debate about who should be on the currency with “Hamilton and the Tenner.”
Next up is 2016, and a certain founding father is starring on the Great White Way.