American Decline

The Second American Civil War


It’s inevitable, and I’m tired of pretending it’s not.


Today is July 2nd, 2022. One-hundred and fifty-nine years ago today, John Bell Hood charged up the slopes of Little Round Top at the cost of his left arm, and Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain charged down the slopes of the same at the cost of a Dixie free and independent, and an America that resembled the vision the founders had. Regardless, it happened.

These three days, July 1st-3rd, have always stuck in my mind as a period of almost holy reflection. Not just because I have a kinsman buried in the Gettysburg cemetery, but because it’s the one piece of soil on Earth I feel tied to. The reader will forgive that this is a period in which the Civil War is more present in my thoughts than damn near any other time of year. Yet this year, my thoughts turn from the past to the future.

As the purposely provocative title states, the Second American Civil War will happen. Unlike gentlemen such as Scott Greer, I have always entertained the possibility of a second war between the states. It was not until yesterday, when John Buford repelled Harry Heth at the cost of his friend John Reynolds’ life, that its inevitability pressed itself upon my consciousness. It was not until today that I realized its shape would be far more familiar than many give it credit.

Intractable Differences

If you were a novelist writing the story of the United States from 2001 until now, and viewed the history of such not as a sequence of Political Events, of Historical Processes, of Economical Phenomena, but first and foremost as a story, where’s the only place this plot can end up?


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