The United States of Failure

Japan is sinking in black turgid mud, cowering before a threatening nuclear monster and we're shaking our fists over murdering a furry little red one named Elmo and morally attacking our own brothers and sisters with unabashed glee. But I have complete faith in my Japanese brothers and sisters. They will react, rise, rebuild and move on with none of the incestuous acrimony that Americans scattered in the path of hurricane Katrina.

Stunning, it is, that I can send voluntary dollars to Japan to aid in the staggering aftermath of Mother Nature's omnipotence, but I have little say about my tax dollars being soaked in the blood of Afghan children. To the right-to-lifers waving an American flag over that operation in the name of self-protection as they call for the defunding of Planned Parenthood: GO TO HELL. You're already on your way.

America bubbles over at every seam with potential and greatness, yet we squander true exceptionalism by way of overblown self-importance, waving our guns in the Middle East with no end in sight, fighting over one another's pennies while clutching our own tattered coin purses. All the while, the elite Super Rich lounge in their purple silken robes, laughing and laughing and laughing.

Is this who we are? Is this who we want to be?

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