The fallacy of Whig historiography is the idea that history is a progression, has a story and a point, a destination. It’s not. People do things, and things are done to them. Maybe we learn from those events, maybe we don’t. Maybe we take away the wrong lessons. Maybe the real treasure is the friends we made along the way. Maybe the real treasure is a trillion-dollar coin.
A senator calls for the military to be deployed against American citizens based on an imaginary threat from an amorphous philosophy, and the New York Times deems this idea worthy of discussion. The senator is running unopposed.
Former US spies announce that they see the warning signs of dictatorship looming, and they’d know, they’ve helped install dictatorships before.
The leading challenger to the current regime thinks maybe it’d be OK if cops shot people in the leg instead of the face.
Perhaps we are at a tipping point. Maybe we make it tip toward good. Maybe we don’t.
People keep getting this wrong. Frankenstein is the doctor’s name. The monster is Mitch McConnell. https://t.co/IsVNJdW2ZX
Jeet Heer (@HeerJeet) April 23, 2020
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