I agree that we are too far gone. We are awash in multiculturism, generational entitlement cultures, and now it seems the beginnings of outright racial conflict, no matter how the media and the politicians try to spin it.
We have MILLIONS of able bodied in this country who have never worked an honest days work in their life and neither did their parents. Nor will their children. They do not have a work ethic to pass on nor did they receive one. They have learned to live on the forced charity (taxes) of others while demanding even more. Their ethics and mores are completely the polar opposite for a successful society. Adopting it or even acknowledging it is folly and has been the undoing of many.
We have allowed ourselves to be invaded by foreign cultures and religious cults who have absolutely no intention of leaving or assimilating. In fact, they contain revolutionaries whose express desire and mission is to bring this nation low.
The present and near future are lost, it’s time to think how the face of the nation will look after the great upheaval. I expect that everything we know will change. Whatever may come, we MUST remember how we got here and NEVER fail again.
I’ve become concerned that what you and others before you have said is true: We crossed that invisible line some time ago, without taking notice. I’m a big Ayn Rand fan, but the notion that this is necessarily inevitable has never sat well with me. I like to think that it’s possible to fix things, but I’m a realist and I can see the extent of what you’re saying and know it is probably, almost certainly true. I also tire of being told “don’t get so ramped-up over it.” There’s a widespread belief that this is just another phase, but the problem is that I, apparently like most of the respondents here, seem to agree that this is a stage in a larger cycle of birth, growth, maturity, regression and death that haunts the footsteps of all cultures. Me? I’m 46. If I live another week, month or year doesn’t matter so much to me. I’ve never been scared in that way. I think about my young adult daughter, and that makes me wince. I raised her to think like me, and that appears to be obsolete in the coming cultural norms.
For me, I could care less, in truth, but on her account, I fear as any father would.