It’s one of those books I’m afraid to finish, dear worst-reader. The Origins of Totalitarianism. Yet I chug on. In the bathtub. Under cover in the rain walking Beckett the killer pug. Yet. After a spat w/ the feminine this evening I thought it time. And then there’s all the here and there (that comes between anything I try to achieve. Boo f’n who!)
The comparative entirety of Hannah Arendt with today’s authoritarian bent is nothing less than stunning. Then again. Who reads this stuff? At least. Who reads it that also votes for #MAGA?