Impeachmentpalooza hasn’t really done much for my once-strong optimism for the future of the Republic.
As the painfully manufactured drama played out this week I found myself dreaming of being an expatriate somewhere. The longer it went on, I began to feel as if I already were an expatriate. What I’m looking at lately certainly has some United States-ish elements — it’s still easy to get a burger and fries — but a lot of the cool stuff is fading. For example, many of those burger places are offering plant-based veggie and/or vegan burgers, which sound like something a torturer would use to force information out of a captive.