You know there were warning signs...
I kept telling people when Bill Clinton slithered in to office, and clung to it, despite all the scandals, and Impeachment itself-- “He's just a symptom. Like a fever is of a disease- there's something wrong with America.”
Like Popular Culture- look at the magazines-- I call it “thugs & jugs,” or “which Pop Tart is popping out whose baby this week?”
Or Katrina- ever seen so many people milling around with their hands out, when they should have been helping themselves?
We did it to ourselves, and The New, Improved Black Jesus is merely a symptom.
All civilizations have a shelf life- once enough citizens figure out that by electing the “right” representatives, they can use the power of the government to pick the pockets of others,
...it's all over, except for the details.
Well, we're in the “details,” now.
Meanwhile, I have to figure out what Miss Emily and I do with what's left of our lives, and bush hog her Mom's old place in the country, because City Life isn't going to be worth living from here on out.
I'll catch you all later...
...maybe...
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