You’re a troubled collective soul.
In the beginning, your peoples came looking for a better life. In time, your oldest peoples were displaced by better armed and less respectful people essentially looking for the same thing. You touted freedom, that all peoples were created equal, and yet you fought against the very concept without once admitting that Utopia had never adopted you. You were never a child of Utopia, indeed, nor a child of freedom, but a land of savage, greedy opportunity, until there was no place left to stand for either right or wrong.
I listen to you speak of Right and Left, as if they were not the parts of the whole. I see your banners to freedom burned in the name of superiority and stupidity in one viscous breath, whining and illogical to the death. The mentally deficient are encouraged to kill, kill, kill, taking up guns or cars, ordinary tools, or even bombs, while you wonder how brainwashed peoples of other cultures can kill in the name of peace.
You weep for a sea filled with trash you made in the name of the great, almighty dollar, and yet you pull down mere artistic symbols of your ugly past as if obliterating the bad parts of your inner self.
America, my dear, you are one hot mess.
Books, you say, will carry the truth forward? Ah, but those of us who still, so many lifetimes later, decry the burning of the library of Alexandria, weep for you. You are no different than a thousand other nations, all of them dead and in ashes for the archeologists to meander over with brushes and trowels and curiosity for the why of it.
Politics is a religion of false belief: If you think a politician isn’t in it for the pay or the stage time (prestige is a money beyond measure), think again. Even the best of them are still pushing an agenda. A few push the greater good to a point beyond merely what profits them. They’re all still public employees… and ours are not doing a good job.
Mixing religion with politics? See above. I mentioned fanatics, I mentioned your national hypocrisy, I mentioned how politics is already a compromised establishment. I mentioned employees. If you have half a wit, you understand that repeating the same mistakes over and over and expecting a different result each time is not going to help.
So by all means, let’s make some more trash. Let’s prepare for the second burning of the immense libraries humanity has seen fit to make. Let’s just dig out a nice, commercial Nike swish and DO IT!
Baby, light my fire. You’ll pardon me if I cease production of any artistic pursuits for the duration, of course.
History is burning. Who’s got the ribs, the barbecue sauce, the beer, and the damned hot dogs? I’m hungry, and I still haven’t decided quite whose couch I’ll be sleeping on this winter.
Truth’s Own Sorrow
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.
Martin Niemöller (1892–1984)