A Feeling of Disquietude

I woke up in the night with a feeling of disquietude. The cause is the state of our country, and for that matter, the whole world. Greed and hatred are proliferating. Malevolent forces are on the ascendent. It’s as if Trump was a pathogen that escaped from the lab and infected a great swath of the population. Clear-eyed Washington Post columnist Jennifer Rubin is more accurate than hyperbolic in observing that “The sane faction of the GOP could probably fit around a dining room table.”