evidence: If you love America and the world, you have to love everything there is about America and the world. As far as I know, there are no longer any actual Americans capable of doing this. But I am. I love Donald Trump. I love Joe Biden. I wish they could both win. I love Kamala Harris too. I love the spectacle of politics. I love the deranged propaganda on every side. It’s vivid. I love everything vivid. I love the enormous supermarkets, the barren hills, the opioid crisis, the treacly voices in the public service announcements, the bureaucracy, the violence. It takes courage and ingenuity to call that stuff cheese. I love this senseless empire, sprawled across the face of someone else’s continent like a bird-eating spider, and I love its mandibles that inject the planet with venom until everything liquefies and it can feed. I love the rallies. I love the chants. I love the prognathic children of the Pittsburgh suburbs. I love the cold starkness of its red white and blue.