Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my soul can reach while feeling out of sight
for the ends of being and ideal grace
..."

--Eliz Browning neé Barrett

Unclear here if.. one can parse the neuronal origins of poesy ... let alone those of actual poetry
Obscurity may be unavoidable but.. still..
(There's Billy Collins! a contemporary even: to show how close you Can come to transparency, no?)

no? May well be projecting but, the more you ever noticed of your enviro, from early-on till yesterday, the longer your list of where 'Murican' and 'disappointment' converge. (For many of us, that is.)
So maybe Charlie was twitting all & everyone to re-view one's own history of not-noticing? maybe. So it was..

_sub-rosa ... and subtle-enough--so as not to evoke Didn't!/Did too!--knee-jerk defenses against other ingrained Murican tribal-characteristics
[Alex's's sig covers the %anti-intellect content] add next just garden variety hypocrisy, that which slops-over from the frequent -religio, then -financial and on to -xenophobic
forms of these Christian-'sins' which have more colours than a chameleon (I wot.)

Aside from that-all, we still came up with The Marshall Plan, the G.I. Bill and many other both altruistic and laudable-Goods. :-) Which must be added just here,
(considering the frequent deflection-angle of those Scales of Justice, {{sigh}} when nobody important is watching closely..)

So. Then. We gotta get this entire platoon of 100%-certified Grifters ... away from the levers of power soon. FOUR years would envelop too much irreversible destruction.
Pence has to go too, so either mobs/torches? or a simply unprecedented re-Constitutional Convention, arranged at lightning speed.
You wouldn't let your 3.5 yo play with blasting caps, would you?

qed