Incarceration-crazy USA once assumed allegorical and oracular proportions. A quarter of a century ago, everyone from Jean Baudrillard to Umberto Eco scanned it as a sort of crystal ball in which the future could be seen; it could have been likened as Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights, but now post Trunp
the media play it out as a Ship of Fools, not as the eternal city of Rome but as Purgatory, in an eternal present tense.
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