The news from Ukraine these past few days has been truly depressing—the kind of depressing that, for me, turns a pint of ice cream and two shots of bourbon into dinner. For years I’ve been saying, with no sense of hyperbole or theatrics, that we’re back in the 1930s. I had assumed that Trump was gearing up to be the Hitler of the 21st century, but through some combination of his own incompetence and our determination to preserve whatever fragmentary democracy we have left, he has, so far, been denied that dubious honor. And now Putin has beat him to it. What is most depressing about today’s news is the sense of complete impotence it engenders.
Saturday, February 26, 2022
Saturday, February 26, 2022
Saturday, February 26, 2022
The news from Ukraine these past few days has been truly depressing—the kind of depressing that, for me, turns a pint of ice cream and two shots of bourbon into dinner. For years I’ve been saying, with no sense of hyperbole or theatrics, that we’re back in the 1930s. I had assumed that Trump was gearing up to be the Hitler of the 21st century, but through some combination of his own incompetence and our determination to preserve whatever fragmentary democracy we have left, he has, so far, been denied that dubious honor. And now Putin has beat him to it. What is most depressing about today’s news is the sense of complete impotence it engenders.