In a recent post, Cassandra’s Blues, I mentioned that some of my friends, relatives, and correspondents find my take on current events, and my outlook for our future, a little “dour”. (Okay, all of them do, and looking back over the last few entries here, I can see why they might feel that way.) I’ll say again, though, that I’m not a sourpuss by nature; in fact, those who know me well will attest that I am an amiable wag and a real bon vivant. I think it’s really just that I’m paying closer attention than they are, and have had all my blithe and breezy axioms shaken up and yanked out by peering a little too closely at things — especially old things and taboo things — for too long.
But if you want dour, hie thee hence and read Richard Fernandez’s latest at Belmont Club, in which he “compares and contrasts” the world we’ve got with the one we thought we were getting. (Thanks to Bill K. for the link.)