I have a tattoo on my left wrist. It's not a complicated tattoo. It's a nondescript combination of three simple words in the handwriting of someone I'll never know, someone who would probably be perplexed to learn that a stranger committed their penmanship to his body with indelible ink…
Preserving memory in amber
Our collective social dementia
Our body politic is sick; we are collectively demented. This dementia of our social consciousness now threatens the integrity of our social conscience—limited as it may have been to begin with. The very existence of our centuries old American experiment is in greater jeopardy than it has been since the Civil War…