The past few months, culminating the past 48 hours have been very disturbing to me for reasons I’ve had trouble articulating: reasons which are not related to a particular political ideology, or disposition at least that I’m aware of, except the deep, maybe basic awareness that politics, as a way of life, can only, ultimately de-form us, reduce us to a bare, almost animal existence: kill or be killed. There has never been a revolution under the banner of left or right that has been anything less than murderous, and senseless, in the end. That’s the way of nature. There’s no movement, no matter how right, how noble…
