Dispatches from the Great
Regression
I woke early on the morning of
November 9, 2016, and just stared at the ceiling. I had fallen asleep trying to
comprehend the surprise consequences of the months of ugliness I had been
watching, hoping to find some humanity in the bleakness. Maybe the night before
was just an incredible nightmare. No, all too real. The world had really
changed. I felt as if I was inside
the third chapter of a Cormac McCarthy novel. "Is this the new dystopian
reality?
