LAST NIGHT I THOUGHT ABOUT the fireworks going off like crazy in my neighborhood and I wondered how the birds and the outdoor cats were coping with it. I wondered about the owls that live in my neighborhood and I hoped they wouldn’t leave permanently and go elsewhere. (I confess I hoped the squirrels would.) LAST NIGHT I THOUGHT ABOUT …
I HATE HATRED
It was bound to happen. You can’t write about things that are preeminently loathsome for long without turning your sights on hatred itself. Hatred is nothing new. It’s as old as mankind. What seems to distinguish our era is something worse than even generic hatred, such as hatred of blacks, whites, Americans, Jews, Mexicans, et cetera. Those are nothing new. …