What does it look like when a country starts to die?
We can see it plainly when the death is catastrophic: when a nation succumbs to a hostile takeover, or to the forces of tyranny, corruption or lawlessness.
But what about when the soul of a nation starts to atrophy, slowly, in a manner that’s nearly undetectable at first? Maybe it starts with just a little ache – the niggling kind you can ignore when you’re out and about during the day. But when it’s nighttime and you’re alone, you wonder if that little ache might signal something far more pernicious.
