Like many across the world, I love much about America. I love Sinatra. I love Elvis. I love Kristofferson. I love Dylan. I love Eastwood. I love Stewart. I love Pacino. I love De Niro. I love Hemingway. And of course, I love Tony Soprano. But it counts for nothing.  The shock still stings. The brutal rupture from ally to adversary is mind-spinning. We are confronted by an existential threat. Like our friends in Canada, the White House is determined to subjugate or destroy us. History is little help. Logic no better. Maybe philosophy is our best guide. Albert Camus…

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