I’m sure many felt this way in ’68 when riots were tearing the country apart, or in ’29 when the stock market crashed, or in (18)’61 when the country was ripped in half.  But sometimes, when I come back from class and pull up the “morning” news from the U.S., I can’t help but think that it’s all just falling apart.  I kept a screenshot from today, if for no reason other than maybe–someday–I’ll show it to my grandkids and explain that, yes, that was the day we finally realized something was going terribly wrong.

I suppose as a putative radical, I ought to have some sort of macabre excitement about “the system” seeming to unravel.  But it’s a sad day when a gunman shooting six people at his workplace is below the fold news, because another gunmen killing thirteen has far overshadowed him.  Read on and you’ll see a historically high unemployment rate and the U.S. refusing to provide needed aid to Somalia.  I can’t make sense of it: there’s no theoretical analysis to be made, or political pronouncements to declare.  It’s just a scary day to be a world citizen.

At least the stock market went back over 10,000.