Oh, America

A promised land founded by defiant offspring of global conquerers, who then conquered a homeland of their own that never once considered owned until it was stolen. A land to sell a dream; a Dream so tantalizing one may forget that they are sleeping. Only to wake and find foreigners on foreign land who never feel more at home. A homeland not founded by cynics, but by idealists who drove their naturalist counterparts into graves as if they really were devilish cynics; lacking in futurist ambition to an extent that voided the warranty for their brutish, ‘uncivilized’ lives. Any atrocity of history is justification for more of the same, weaponizing decisions of our ‘wise’ ancestors until the convenient line of modernity is passed and old advise is ‘too old’ to apply.

A protected people united by their divisiveness with an ambitious spirit for individuality that can make an American Hero out of a Psycho. A people commited to a unified democracy in the face of mass atomization from the agnostic, empiricist, behaviorist zeitgeist. People institutionalized by notions of progress and codified only to perpetuate a system, never question it (Moloch, perhaps?).

A populus build by and for propaganda by way of blind patriotism or hubris policies alike. A culture defined by comfort through consumption who prefer personal attention over personal privacy; inundated with ‘information’ and passified by the very technologies meant to democratize. Vices personified as freedoms lead individuals destined to please ‘we the people’ that relish in the lack of choices and thrive under fearful regimes disguised as institutions that defend freedom. Compassion, just thin and superficial enough to fool the buyer, so long as it sells. Peace and love yes, but profit too, right?

The indomitable American ethos: as hypocritical as it historically justified. A hated and beloved land, a home to ironically patriotic vagabonds whose philosophies are as nomadic as they are. Generational ideals are victims to the highest velocity of cultural erosion on the planet. Who knows what is to come, of us, our land, our future or anything else we may falsely claim ownership.

Oh, America. What does the future hold?