So another Thanksgiving and another Macy's parade. The rain in New York matches my mood. I'm having a hard time enjoying this thinking of my country slipping away to neo-Nazi domination. The floats, the performers, the shilling for shows and products, while something I always look forward to, seems a little too much this year. It has a fin de siècle feeling to it: the end of The American Century. One last Thanksgiving, one last Merry Christmas, then into the abyss. Après nous, le déluge.