A Burgeoning Civic Religion

I never want to belong to any club that would have anyone else as a member.

Groucho’s original complaint is incontestably clever, but when it comes to going almost anywhere, from the movies to Mass, other people are the problem, surely? (On the latter front, in the interest of accuracy, the Vatican should at least rename the “sign of peace” the “kiss of death”; may the genius who cooked up that particular rubric spend eternity shaking hands with sulfuric demons…)

And so, with the election of Donald Trump, I find myself once again involuntarily in league with the lumpen.