I love America. Like the women I have loved in my life, her positive attributes are not the reasons for my love, which is unconditional. They just make me realize I was right. Those who have loved deeply and blindly may understand what I am going to say: there are times when a lover has taken on such unexpectedly vile dimensions that you sit in a dark room trying to figure out how you could possibly not have seen this coming. How could the universe allow such behavior? What’s the point of it all?
Irv - as always thanks for articulating these thoughts so well and sharing them with your readers. Really appreciate it.