Wow! This writer can cram a lot of gloom and doom into a little space. Sounds like Chicken Little wrote it.
it is a defacto declaration of the second coming of the summer of 1969.
We can't have the sheeple believeing that things are alright with a Republican president, can we?
I did puzzle over what childhood trauma haunts the writer's psyche, given he uses & painfully stretches his personal experiences as a newsboy into some type of bizarre metaphor for America. Then again he says at the beginning he was running from his imagination so his closing sentence ironically describes not "America" but just his sad overly self-obsessed liberal self: Now the American boy knows something new, that the thing to be afraid of is himself
Couldn't agree with him more...he is something to be scared of...he now wears an "unbiased" lapel pin & writes for a Newspaper. Of course I'm scared of roaches, too. But, I've found they always run from the Light & seeing them stomped with a big Texas boot is very satisfying if I don't have to clean up the mess. (Roaches creep into even the cleanest of homes...usually when there's a little rain...But Raid & a visit from Orkin every couple of years has really been doing a great job keeping their numbers down. Wonder if "Chicken Little" would understand that metaphor...)