Fragile, a word most of us don’t think of when thinking of the United States of America, until now, but I listen to the morning awakening with cars and trucks moving loudly up and down the street. Breakfast is being served at restaurants in town. Coffee is percolating. A neighbor emerges from his house with gardening shears and clips dead petals off of the fall flowers. Old guys sit around a table bemoaning yesterday’s football game. Life seems pretty normal for a Monday morning. And then the networks begin analyzing the early morning tweet-storm.