In its place: the Mar-a-Lago international order. If you don’t pay your dues, you don’t get in. If you do, it’s no-questions-asked. Food, golf, party access and spa services are extra, of course. There was still a touch of Mar-a-Lago-ism in Trump’s visit this week to Brussels, where he insisted that NATO’s European members meet their 2014 pledge to spend at least 2 percent of gross domestic product on defense. (It hovers at around 1.46 percent.)
Without such hatred, the Manchester Arena becomes just another site of random but predictable outrage, along with the Bataclan theater, the Pulse nightclub. It goes down the memory hole, and makes a mockery of our collective promise to never forget.