The last century was truly the century of the United States of America. When WWI broke out, we were a relatively small military industrial power. Y2K found US as the most powerful and dominant nation on the planet. Then it all hit the skids. By the time my nephew is middle-aged, America will be tied in a wheelchair with a bedsheet.
Sorry you had to read it here first. But you needn’t have; you could’ve read it here first.
There you have it: a country living beyond its means, heavily reliant on an overstretched military, which flinches from imposing tax sacrifices to get its accounts in order. History has not been kind to great nations that get themselves into this position.
Truth is, I’m just a poet. I get most of my political material from people who sit around thinking about such stuff. Not that I don’t have my own opinions. But they’re kinda like cans of paint on the shelf at Sears; they require a good shaking to be of any use. No fault of mine.
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