Today is Father's Day, and as it happens, I have a lot of time available, doing nothing other than to contemplate its meaning. I am at home; my left lower leg in a cast-like boot, having torn a tendon in my ankle; my right wrist in a brace due to a chronic carpal tunnel syndrome that popped up a few months ago; the meniscus in my right knee in need of an orthopedist's care; and still recovering from almost a month now of a respiratory infection. Old age is not for the faint of heart. I expect all of this to either get better on its own, or be made better by a qualified physician, so it is not my permanent state; but it seems to take longer these days to bounce back from things, and even relatively minor ailments when taken in the aggregate seem to be particularly debilitating. [Cough! Whimper.]
There are not very many people on America's political left who inspire confidence in me. Camille Paglia is one such person. Prior to the election of Barack Obama as POTUS, there was a category of democrats who ran for the office with whom I disagreed on substantive issues, but about whom I did not feel they were an existential threat to either the nation, or to the rule of law. Barack Obama was the first democrat candidate about whom I feared for the future of the country. In many regards, my fears have been realized. I viewed the possible election of Hillary Clinton as a death blow to constitutional gov't, which must be averted at all costs.