Listening to Donald Trump’s dark and frightening convention speech, which made funeral dirges sound cheerful in comparison, it made me recall Barry McGuire’s lyrics:
And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Personally, I don’t think so. But with a beleaguered binary choice between Trump and Hillary Clinton this November, we likely are not on the eve of resurrection.