Specifically, that owing to my nation state's ineptness in matters foreign, there are a lot of people out there who do not like us.

Yes. Exactly. And what 'we' (as if there Were such a beast) have thus far failed to notice even slightly: not all of those, 'despise us for no real reason'. We predictably 'buffer' every criticism from within and without as.. mostly envy-derived. We actually *believe* (and it is a religious conviction, no more no less) that "Ours IS the Best of all Possible Worlds". Already. Worse, we are certain! that it is also the Only Possible Way for all others to live. If they buy lots of the stuff from us, natch.

This while our massive ignorance of how-it-is that others, in fact live: is documented fact, makes us a laughing-stock - as we confound our own 'plans' by not merely inept marketing but.. patronizing and transparently self-serving, utterly sanctimonious rhetoric.

Our cities are dying, our infrastructure crumbling - not seriously refurbed since the NRA of the depression; meanwhile we call it "PC" to notice the exponential rise of man-made pollutants in ALL of our sources of 'clean' water - to name just One of 'our problems' only addressed late-night on weird PBS stations or in academia.

Methinks that so long as we remain This fullofourselves, stubbornly anti-clueful about even well-explored atrocious behavior and disdainful of every other culture on the planet -

We Ain't Seen Nothin Yet, with this little foray after The Evil One and our Quixotic [YAN.. YAN..] laughably inane War Against Evil\ufffd. Yes! the asshole Did Say That "for us" - and They Applauded that suppurating piece of doggerel as-if from a Founding Mother. I Saw It.

Maybe it's so fucked-up, it's now become beyond discussion .. as we allow the mercantilists, the despicable 'governing' 3-5% to daily disembowel YAN formerly useful Word.

Never mind 'Them'. Reform begins with 'US' - but it hasn't even begun.. in any serious way. And 'dialogue' isn't at all about asinine labels like Libruls and Reactionaries - via which we spin our wheels endlessly - in a slime with a coefficient of friction of 0.0000001 (nulling any possible chances for actual communication).



A.
Maybe it's Santa Claus's fault - we sainted the primary hawker of More Stuff. Time for retirement? Yet? Most folks in the world barely own the pot they piss in, but they can tell when we're pissing on them: it all smells the same.