The West is finished, its culture dead. What is left is unattractive, even horrifying. There is no heart, no compassion, and no creativity.
It was the first time in many years that I had missed my column, my essays, for several weeks.
I was shocked by the state in which I found the United States.
I couldn’t breath. I lost the ability to write. I felt anger building inside me. The anger was suffocating, strangling me. It was unhealthy anger, mixed with frustration! It was not that sacred anger one feels when going to a battle against great evil. It was also somehow petty, indescribable, and pathetic. It was breaking me, humiliating me.
I hated the fights I had to fight here.
I tried to see the reality that was surrounding me with different eyes but wherever I looked I saw only a dysfunctional, sad, collapsing country and culture.
This visit broke me. It exhausted me. It thoroughly depressed me.
This is just getting silly! At the time of the US civil war, Canada was not yet a Federated nation. Much of the territory was still under British control, and while the Canadian territories were officially neutral, Britain sided with the Confederacy our of concern that Lincoln's Greenbacks were a threat to private central banking. The ordinary people of Canada were opposed to slavery which is why Canada became the terminus of the underground railroad. But Canada was not allied with the union, so why are they offended by the Confederate flag, other than that the US wants them to be?