There has followed the new president’s election a mini-Era of Good Feelings, remarkable for the overwhelming sense of national crisis with which the feeling coexists. Zan finds the hysteria for the new president at once inspiring and unsettling, since it’s as unsustainable by the public as it is by the man himself.
Not everyone shares such sentiment. Skepticism crosses political and philosophical lines. I heartily dislike him, writes a good friend, an anarcho-syndicalist who lives in the Texas Panhandle. I never did and never can trust him. A prima donna with that damned smile I can’t look at and all his round-the-world photo ops who nonetheless is unwilling to make people afraid of him — the worst of both worlds. He’ll never be worth a shit.