@SaganRitual, that about covers it. Somebody wished me that “interesting times” curse once when I was about 14 or 15, so I guess this is all my fault.
Further thoughts: When times get as interesting as this present (even though they may end up just being a boring blip on a world history wall chart), people either usually knuckle under and stay down, incidentally becoming ripe for conquest by another force, or knuckle under until they break, have nothing to lose, and then rise up. Do you think we still have it in us, the rising up?
Without a unifying and uplifting ideal, how could we? Our unifying and uplifting ideas have been trashed. People’s willingness to die for strangers, any strangers, even those in the next block, never mind for a philosophy, is pretty severely compromised.
Anyway, who that has come through our educational system can even read Common Sense any more?
And who, I wonder, would support “us-the-people” in revolt while the looters scuttle in? Or would everyone just be looters—the Arabs, the Germans, the Canadians, the Russians? The French, whose key to the Bastille is still displayed at Mount Vernon? Do we have any friends left? We couldn’t even count on our own fellow countryfolk, who would ask, like gang members, if we were wearing red or blue.
Sortition: It sounded uncommonly good to me even when I first read about it, and that would be in high school, when a popular young guy, now long dead, was president. Right now it sounds superior. The only problem is—some people instantly lose their common sense, their common values, and their common touch the moment they become Somebody Special. They see themselves being afforded the privilege and status they’ve been envying on TV all their lives, and it goes to their heads. The risk is that as soon as they’re selected, they stop being random and start being elite. People who weren’t born to it are much worse at handling it than people who were. How do we combat that?
The question calls to mind the famous 1963 quotation by William F. Buckley:.
I am obliged to confess I should sooner live in a society governed by the first two thousand names in the Boston telephone directory than in a society governed by the two thousand faculty members of Harvard University.
The rest of that page is worth reading, incidentally. If conservatism today looked more like it did when Buckley defined it, it would be much more attractive to a lot of people.