America Feels Like a Codependent Family

America looks like an alcoholic family—loopy with grievance, accusation, irrational rage, screaming in the course of the evening. The youngsters lie at nighttime, wide-eyed, listening. Within the morning, the household comes downstairs attempting to faux that all the pieces is regular. There’s loads of pretending: The southern border isn’t extensive open; unpunished crime is social justice; the president of Harvard deserves her job.

Issues aren’t regular. Everybody is aware of it. The nation doesn’t fairly acknowledge itself. America has gone astray in an odd new panorama. It’s a special America all proper.