This is what we’ve turned into. The country I loved like my own self all through my childhood, the country I revered because I was told that unlike other countries, we always played fair, square, and decently, is gone. In its place is some ugly, scar-faced, gangster thug with a stone cold expression and a gun in his hand.
And I can’t tell you how much that breaks my hardened heart. It’s like my heart fell right out of my chest. My country was like the woman you loved more than any other in your whole life.
Now imagine that one woman you loved more than all the others, the one you risked it all for, the one you poured out your heart and soul for, risking it all and opening yourself up, bare, naked, defenseless and helpless like an infant to her mercy.
Imagine that woman ripping your heart out of your chest in gleeful, cackling, wicked contempt and stomping your heart on the ground like a bug. Imagine the ultimate betrayal. Imagine the death of all hope and optimism in the human race. Imagine all your finest dreams crashing on the rocks of a wild-torn sea.
That’s how I feel betrayed by my country.
And it’s sad as Hell. I feel a bottomless sadness, like tumbling into a black bottomless well where you tumble and crash what seems like forever until you die and land. Like all the pain in the world condensed into a black ball, one that you squeeze in your fingers until it explodes, paints and taints everything around you.
The US is nothing more than the neighborhood capo of the world, a petty, two-bit gangster thug.
“He’s a gonna make-a you an offer you cannot-a refuse!”
And if you do refuse you end up with a bloody horse’s head in your bed. That’s if you are still alive at all.