A crashing sound

kissingerHENRY KISSINGER reportedly said, back in the 1970s, that America had seen its glory days and — as all civilizations do in time — is headed downward.

Henry and I are of one mind. The evidence is clear. The re-election of a clueless, feckless president in 2012 is one obvious indication. Another is the attitude of youth, especially the allegedly brightest one finds at highbrow universities.

Here are two examples of today’s elitist youth:

First: Ban the the Yuletide classic White Christmas because it’s racist. Of course, the white in White Christmas refers to snow, not the cursed white people who brought us Western Civilization. the Enlightenment, modernity, etc.

Second: Repeal the First Amendment.  Freedom of speech. Who needs it? This comes from students at Yale, no less.

This tomfoolery would be downright hilarious were it not so dangerous, so portentous.

I bring this information to you as a public service, just in case you get your news online from Slate or Huffpost.

Kissinger was a sage seer.

Clarinets and orioles

HERE’S HOW the unemployed live:

Partly cloudy day but plenty of blue above, I sit on the outdoor patio on a web chair, next to the glass-top table, feet up on another web chair, big brown umbrella keeping me in the shade. Cool air. Around noonish.

orioleObjective: Read more of Henry Kissinger’s book On China. But, as often happens, I read nothing. I look at the flowers and fruit trees. There is a black-vented oriole in the fan palm. They are very skittish birds, so I must hold still. Leave the book on the table.

Someone starts playing a clarinet out back.

Two hummingbirds take umbrage, one with the other and then the other back again, in the vicinity of a purple bridal bouquet. That requires more of my attention. And then my eyes close as I listen to the clarinet. I doze, which was not my intention.

clarinetTime passes, and I feel a little chill. My eyes open to note clouds have blocked out the sun a moment. Gotta get up, I tell myself even though there is no reason to get up at all apart from feeling the little chill. I doze again.

Henry Kissinger must wait for another day. Or maybe this afternoon downtown on the plaza with an espresso.

This is how the unemployed live. If they get lucky.