Not that I live in a chalet. But depending on the angle through the trees, towering Longs Peak is in my backyard.
Actually, it’s nearly an hour away, tucked into the back seat of Colorado’s Front Range. But 14,259 feet at its summit, across great distances only atmospheric disruptions can shroud Longs’ craggy eminence.

Start with a mounted menace: Masked and armed ICE agents advancing on horseback across a soccer field on Los Angeles’ MacArthur Park. It’s quite a show – scary as hell. Ah, but no one to chase down and manhandle, just frightened summer campers.

For a sect whose world is furnished with wild claims and rabbit-hole plunges, MAGA people aren’t very good at conspiracies.

The morning after the Texas deluge, when the death toll along the Guadalupe was only in double digits, a commentary in The New York Times carried this subhead: “The poisonous effects of cutbacks will eventually reach you.”