Two hours ago, as of this Wednesday night writing, the ground around my back porch was brown and bare and sere. Where only scant weeks ago there was deep color in the New Hampshire woods - an astonishing riot of maple red and oak orange and birch yellow, the likes of which I have never seen before and may never see again, because it was simply that extraordinary - there are now only the skeletal fingers of bare trees holding court over a graveyard of fallen leaves. A few studiously green pines stand the watch, as they always do, but in the main, it is the Autumnal end of things in this particular patch of this particular place.
And then, two hours ago, it began to snow.
Canadians are more open to socialism; they eschew manifest destiny; and they have dealt dexterously with the difference-within-unity of a nation that makes room for Quebec. Canadians can access the socialist imaginary through the Canadian New Democratic Party. With a Democratic Party that has no vision of utopia, US Americans access the socialist imaginary through Thanksgiving, which delivers a profound change in the lives we lead - involving our work, leisure, bodies and relationship to nature.
You know the fix is in when a suspect who shot an unarmed man voluntarily provides four hours of un-cross examined testimony to a grand jury without taking the Fifth. On August 9, Ferguson, Missouri Police Officer Darren Wilson gunned down 18-year-old African American Michael Brown. Since that fateful day, people across the country have protested against racial profiling, excessive police force, and the failure of the criminal justice system to provide accountability.