There is something peculiar about time during the pandemic. On the one hand there’s a feeling that the normal calendar has simply stopped, school schedules and sports seasons evaporating, one homebound day passing much like another. It’s a feeling of hiatus, intermission, like the days between Christmas and the new year, or some extra season invented by a Renaissance pope to fix a lagging calendar.This is how we default Ross Douthat. With Nixon it was waking up the next month. The antificants are pushing a debt rebellion, same as last time. They want the bad decisions of the past written off so they are not stuck paying central bank taxes for a lifetime.
Yet at the same time there’s a feeling of acceleration, of changes that might have otherwise dragged out across a decade piling one atop the other. The George Floyd protests and their electoral consequences, the transformation of liberal institutions by internal agitation, the changes happening to cities and corporations and colleges and churches — in each case, trends that were working slowly have seemingly speeded up.
I don't blame them. It is a rite of passage and well defined in the first part of the Constitution, but confused and distorted by some latter amendment. It will be an interesting case.
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