The United States of America is a mighty 250 year old oak tree in the forest...
...waiting for the next storm that will blow it over, and reveal that it was rotten and hollowed out from the inside.
The United States of America is a mighty 250 year old oak tree in the forest...
...waiting for the next storm that will blow it over, and reveal that it was rotten and hollowed out from the inside.
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Reminds me of a quote out of “Atlas Shrugged”...
“The great oak tree had stood on a hill over the Hudson, in a lonely spot on the Taggart estate. Eddie Willers, aged seven, liked to come and look at that tree. It had stood there for hundreds of years, and he thought it would always stand there. Its roots clutched the hill like a fist with fingers sunk into the soil, and he thought that if a giant were to seize it by the top, he would not be able to uproot it, but would swing the hill and the whole of the earth with it, like a ball at the end of a string. He felt safe in the oak tree’s presence; it was a thing that nothing could change or threaten; it was his greatest symbol of strength.
One night, lightning struck the oak tree. Eddie saw it next morning. It lay broken in half, and he looked into its trunk as into the mouth of a black tunnel. The trunk was only an empty shell; its heart had rotted away long ago; there was nothing inside-just a thin gray dust that was being dispersed by the whim of the faintest wind. The living power had gone, and the shape it left had not been able to stand without it.”