How shall we describe the prevailing American temperament as the presidential election of 2020 approaches?
“In a funk” might work. Or “totally perplexed.” Or perhaps “highly pissed.” “Verging on despair”? Stephen Sondheim once wrote a bluesy number that wondered “God-why-don’t-you-love-me-oh-you-do-I’ll-see-ya-later.” This past week’s dismal and discouraging presidential debate—or whatever you want to call it—has certainly left me with a case of the blues.
I’m guessing that I am not the only one. The God that most Americans assume must surely have a soft spot for the United States has a strange way of showing that love. Could it be that He has left the building?
Among pundits it has become commonplace to describe this year’s election as the most important in recent memory, if not all of U.S. history. Count me among the unpersuaded.
Read the full article in The American Conservative.