Mr. Black:
"Glimmers of Hope
or Gloomy Winter?"
Here in Connecticut, over much of the past week, we've had a splendid Indian Summer.
But of course, one realizes that the Indian Summer is only for a short while, and the reality is that the winter follows not far behind.
Thinking back, about The West in general and America in particular, we seem to have reached our "apex" back around 1991, as Soviet Communism collapsed in both Eastern Europe and Russia. At that time Western Civilization seemed triumphant.
But then... we began to slip downward.
At first, ever-so-slightly.
But "our Autumn" was beginning...
...Until September 2001, after which "the frost" forming upon the surface of our civilization was undeniable.
Since then, the future of America and The West have faced a harsh Autumn, as much of the foundations upon which our society is based crack and crumble around us.
Then Mr. Trump came along, and for a short time, he gave the country "an Indian Summer" of sorts.
But, like all Indian Summers, the time was short and has to end.
Perhaps it's not over quite yet... we won't know until mid-December.
But whether it ends this coming January, or January four years from now, the reality is still facing us.
At some point, the winter awaits, and it will not be denied.
How harsh that chill will become... is yet... unknown.
But... I doubt I'll live long enough to see a real Spring come again.