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While I was up and downing a tutorial of a skinny jeans take on a new WWII submarine “simulator,” I was simultaneously reading Bret Stephens’ latest NYT column on monitor two of my fancy pants new home computational rig. What a load!

“This Sept. 11, a diminished president will preside over a diminished nation.

“We are a country that could not keep a demagogue from the White House; could not stop an insurrectionist mob from storming the Capitol; could not win (or at least avoid losing) a war against a morally and technologically retrograde enemy; cannot conquer a disease for which there are safe and effective vaccines; and cannot bring itself to trust the government, the news media, the scientific establishment, the police or any other institution meant to operate for the common good.”

And then: DIVE DIVE DIVE…Bret Stephens hands over the bow planes to Will Durant and Leo Strauss and down deep we go to the forbidden depths of Biden’s ship of state hull buckling.

“Our civilization was born optimistic and enlightened, at least by the standards of the day. Now it feels as if it’s fading into paranoid senility.

“Joe Biden was supposed to be the man of the hour: a calming presence exuding decency, moderation and trust. As a candidate, he sold himself as a transitional president, a fatherly figure in the mold of George H.W. Bush who would restore dignity and prudence to the Oval Office after the mendacity and chaos that came before. It’s why I voted for him, as did so many others who once tipped red.

“Instead, Biden has become the emblem of the hour: headstrong but shaky, ambitious but inept. He seems to be the last person in America to realize that, whatever the theoretical merits of the decision to withdraw our remaining troops from Afghanistan, the military and intelligence assumptions on which it was built were deeply flawed, the manner in which it was executed was a national humiliation and a moral betrayal, and the timing was catastrophic.”

What’s with the NYT? One tide trolling all within the wake of the woke, the next to surge us in a swamp of right path revelations and keyhole presentism.


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