Slivers of Common Ground

Many Americans still agree, more or less, on fundamental things.

“House by the Railroad” by Edward Hopper (1925).

Nobody’s ever accused me of being an optimist.

I don’t consider myself one. It’s hard to be that way as we surf the Kali Yuga, an age of darkness, vice, and misery. It feels as if we’re caught in the embrace of a wicked ouroboros that won’t release us from its coil, an endless cycle of conflict and sin.

Bu…