Sam Kahn captures the zeitgeist of every decade from the 1880s to today, one paragraph at a time.

1940s — Dapper, cool under pressure, dedicated to duty. Gregory Peck’s Frank Savage in Twelve O’Clock High, chatting amiably with his driver, having one last cigarette, and then tossing it aside, switching to the backseat and becoming all of a sudden a hard-driving, no-nonsense Air Force General.

When I first heard “every accusation is a confession,” I thought it was just political joke. I’ve been shocked the extent to which it’s the literal truth.

I just ordered business cards. What next? Will I send a fax? Will I receive a memo in a pneumatic tube?

Right-wing terrorists, led by Trump, are making death threats against local government officials, FEMA workers and even TV weather people in Florida and North Carolina. It’s part of a rising idiocracy.

Misinformation is too technical, too freighted, and, after almost a decade of Trump, too political. Nor does it explain what is really happening, which is nothing less than a cultural assault on any person or institution that operates in reality. If you are a weatherperson, you’re a target. The same goes for journalists, election workers, scientists, doctors, and first responders. These jobs are different, but the thing they share is that they all must attend to and describe the world as it is. This makes them dangerous to people who cannot abide by the agonizing constraints of reality, as well as those who have financial and political interests in keeping up the charade.

I’m Running Out of Ways to Explain How Bad This Is, by Charlie Warzel at The Atlantic