I'm still ruminating about the level of panic I detected in an old friend when we caught up with each other at a reunion of four former colleagues a couple of weeks ago. She was genuinely distressed to hear I could possibly be a Trump supporter, and obviously also quite seriously alarmed by talk of the end of the world from climate change. This is an intelligent, well-educated, strong-minded woman. My own distress stems from how easy it seems to be for our own friends, neighbors, and relatives to go so far off the deep end.
For a tale of irrational panic, it's hard to beat James Thurber's account in "My Life and Hard Times" of the
Great Easter Flood of 1913, in which the residents of Columbus, Ohio, somehow got the idea an upstream dam had failed, releasing floodwaters that were about to engulf them. Thousands of people hit the streets and stampeded. We're only superficially rational in a pinch.
I ran across this reference in the comments section to an
Althouse piece about anti-Trumpers who find the prospect of his second term "literally unthinkable." "Who are these people," some of them wondered, "who support Trump?" One commenter mused, "Oh, I don't know, a bunch of deplorables, about 60M, give or take." He thought it was odd so many anti-Trumpers never seemed to have met one, there being, you know, quite a few around. Another commenter suggested that the right response on the morning after Election Day 2020 would be to run outside shouting "Go East! Go East!" in the manner of the terrified residents of 1913 Columbus.
While we're waiting for the collapse of civilization, here are two enchanting images. First, Kurt Suzuki in a MAGA hat at the prow of the Titanic shouting "I'm King of the World!" with the Racist-Homophobe-in-Chief embracing him fondly.
I assume Mr. Suzuki is looking to be traded to a team in flyover country. Speaking of which, here is a
gem from Twitter: a small storm of derision triggered by some poor schmuck who posted a snapshot aerial view of farmland, with the puzzled comment that it was pretty, but he had no idea why it looked all patchworky and rectangular like that--thus demonstrating once and for all why we have the Electoral College. One commenter suggested the strange look was because flyover country doesn't get broadband reception and is permanently pixilated. Another mourned the necessity to chop up the ground like that just to grow food, instead of producing it in grocery stores the way they did in her blue-model city.