While The World Goes Mad, I'm Far Removed
24 July 2014
Port Mouton, Nova Scotia Canada
I've been in Nova Scotia now for 3 weeks following a month in Moncton. I've had very limited access to the internet, which is the reason why I haven't posted anything recently. I am writing everything down and once I have a few hours of unrestricted access, I will post all my impressions.
With limited access to the Net and none to the radio and TV I haven't been following current events very closely. I just read the World Socialist Website which gives a decent summary of what's happening. I'm also relying on the reports sent via email from my friends and contacts in Europe.
What I am reading is a world not only at an impasse but at a crossroads. From the debacle of the Austrian presidential election to the freak show of the American presidential election, it's absolutely clear that liberal democracy is in a terminal state and is about to expire. The so-called Brexit is the coda to the train wreck of the European Union which began in earnest in 2010. If that wasn't enough, there's the eruption of a racial/civil war which is escalating in the the United States.
Meanwhile, I'm hitchhiking around Nova Scotia visiting town and country. I'm in the friendliest region of the Western world. Here one forgets that the world is in tumult. Last night as I was camping at Carters Beach I wondered how it would be if Global War erupted. Would I hear sirens in the woods? Would I be able to hear the bombings of Halifax and other military installations? What if I woke up the next morning and took down my tent and went to find a cafe to have my morning coffee, as I've done each day, only to find that everything is shut down and there wasn't any Internet service? Would I observe the normally easy going, friendly and lighthearted Nova Scotians in an agitated state of angst and despair? Am I going to witness the end of the world in the most beautiful part of the planet?