It’s a little past midnight here in the rolling hunt country of Dutchess County where the Catskills guard the path of the Hudson down to the narrows at West Point. The leaves are beginning to turn this high and this far north; the dry summer didn’t help, and even though the days can still be hot the nights are getting a little crisp and the early color gives the landscape a distinctively autumnal cast. The farmers’ markets feature apples, cider, pumpkins and Indian corn — there does not yet seem to be a movement to rename it Native American or First American corn, but I suppose we should be patient. It will come in due course.
It has been hard to blog this week. Not that there isn’t plenty to blog about: for one thing there’s the chilling portrait of an administration at war in the Woodward book. Bob Woodward is a lot more confident than I am that washing an administration’s dirty linen in the middle of an ongoing war can help us to win or support the troops, but it obviously works for him. I may be old fashioned about this; , but wartime presidents deserve to have their policy advice, and their reactions to it, kept confidential. We should judge President Obama’s policy in Afghanistan by the consequences. The President should have either kept Mr. Woodward out of the White House or gotten him to agree to delay publication until after the 2012 election.(more…)