Jill noted in her introduction at the start of this blog that she, Skip and I had a somewhat lively exchange of thoughts during this past presidential election.  It’s kind of funny.  Both our parents were staunch Republican partisans.  Dad venerated Barry Goldwater.  Skip himself, when still in school, belonged to the Young Republicans and even attended the 1968 Republican Convention in Miami.  I was 18 years old in 1972 so it was the my first chance to vote.  I voted for Nixon.  I have never since then voted for a Republican on the national level.  Jill and Skip, it seems, could say pretty much the same.  Were Mom still alive, she would have agonized a little about voting for Trump but, in the end, would have voted for him, if only because she would not have been able to vote for Clinton.  Dad, were he still alive, would be wearing a Make America Great Again hat, proudly.  Their children disagree.

Since the election, I’ve tried to take Garrison Keillor’s advice and not let current events mess with my head overly much.  In that spirit, I’ve not intended to get ‘political’ in this darn blog thing.  Today is sort of a set-back along that road but, as they say, relapse is part of recovery.  I’ll do my best to climb back up onto the wagon quickly.  But, what the heck, here it goes…

The American Century began, almost exactly one hundred years ago, when the United States of  America entered the fray in World War I.  It ended, more quietly, this past weekend in Taormina, Sicily, with President Donald J. Trump’s cowardice when, asked by the other leaders whether or not he would keep the US in the Paris Accords, he whimpered merely that his view on the agreement was “evolving”.  Either he truly has not yet decided, which would show an astounding level of indecision, or, which is much more likely, he simply lacks the guts to tell the other leaders to their faces that he will pull our country out of the agreement.  Donald J. Trump and everyone who in any way supports him are giving a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘American exceptionalism’.  Many seem to believe the coming decades will become The Chinese Century.  The Russians themselves hope to be major players in the new world order.  I have long hoped that the European nations would sort out centuries of contention and, coalescing, become the center of gravity for the next piece of history.  Angela Merkel’s statement that it is now time for Germany (and, by extension, Europe) to take its fate into its own hands was the kind of declaration of independence which could well become a meaningful marker in history books yet to be written.  Nietzsche aspired to an age of Good Europeans.  That time is at hand, introduced by the indecision and/or cowardice of the last president presiding over the waning American Century.