It’s been a strange week. Strange and exhausting. I have a new outlook with the Empire State to my right and the Chrysler Building to my left and I have new people to love and new people to hate.

“And so we beat on, boats against the current, being borne ceaselessly back into the past.”

Ah yes. Houdini we are not. But you have to laugh at the nihilism, since what is cosmic purposelessness other than the biggest joke ever at everyone’s expense?

Thankfully there will always be Max Boot for me to hate and fill the purposeless void. For him I felt a scary premenstrual surge of emotion based on frustration that people such can talk utter nonsense and believe it. Did he go to some crazy school which told him never to doubt and never to question? I certainly think he thinks everyone else at the Center for Global Affairs did. At first when I heard him debate his rejection of Europe, I laughed and then I just depressed myself. I couldn’t believe he could sit there and say that in no sense had the US delegitimized itself in the eyes of a large part of the rest of the world and deny that mistakes have been made.

The reason I continue to stay here and pay lots of tax is because I am attracted to the inherent optimism in the people who live here, American or otherwise, and which I find lacking everywhere else.

Optimism, Max, Optimism. I like your optimism not your faith.