Wish we could go back and play as kids. Things change that’s just the way it is!

I’m your brother in arms , the one who’s with y’all through every storm, every scraped knee, every heartbreak, and now I’m damn tired of seeing this family, this great big American family, get bullied, pushed around, and taken for granted like we’re some doormat for the powerful to wipe their boots on. I’ve loved this country with every beat of my weary heart, poured my sweat and blood into building it up, but enough is enough! America just… isn’t the greatest country in the world anymore, and it breaks my soul to say it, but we’ve got to face the ugly truth if we’re ever gonna rise again. We used to lead the entire damn world in education, setting the bar so high that every nation looked up to us with envy, but now? We’re falling behind, slipping further every year, our schools crumbling, our teachers underpaid and overworked, while other countries surge ahead with innovation and smarts. We don’t even lead in healthcare anymore—hell, we’re lagging way back, with millions uninsured, hospitals overwhelmed, and folks dying from preventable illnesses because the system is rigged against the little guy, against families like ours trying to scrape by. And infrastructure? Don’t get me started—our bridges are rusting, roads potholed nightmares, trains derailing, while places like China and Europe build high-speed wonders that make us look like we’re stuck in the Stone Age. You want sob-stories that hit right in the gut? Twenty-seven percent of our fellow Americans—good, hardworking people just like your uncles and aunts—are living in grinding poverty, scraping by on scraps, wondering where the next meal comes from, while the fat cats at the top hoard billions. Half our precious kids—your little brothers, sisters, cousins—are either overweight or outright obese, their bodies burdened by junk food and a society that pushes screens over playgrounds, fast food over fresh meals. Half of them aren’t reading at the level they damn well should be, their minds starved of knowledge, setting them up for a lifetime of struggle. And that bright-eyed little niece or nephew of yours, the one with dreams as big as the sky? They’re gonna end up crashing back to earth, living out their thirties crammed into their childhood bedroom, staring at the same faded posters on the wall, begging you with desperate eyes: whatever the hell happened to the American Dream we promised them? We used to be the benchmark for the whole world, the shining example everyone aspired to copy. We used to be the grown-up in the room, the wise one making tough calls for the greater good. But somewhere between Reagan’s shiny promises and… whatever chaotic mess this is now, with division and greed running rampant? We stopped being that good example, stopped leading with heart and hustle, and let ourselves slide into mediocrity. So yeah, go ahead and say something nice if it makes you feel better—say we’re the biggest economy on the planet, and sure, that’s true for now, with our markets buzzing and dollars flowing. Say we’re number one in incarceration, locking up more souls per capita than any other nation, filling prisons to the brim with folks who maybe just needed a second chance instead of a cell. Say we spend more on bombs and tanks and missiles than anyone else—hell, more than the next dozen countries combined—and yeah, that’s true too, our military budget a bloated beast devouring trillions while schools starve. But none of that’s real greatness, family America ; that’s just flexing muscle without soul, boasting without backing it up with decency. Real greatness… real, enduring greatness is when you’re kind to the stranger, compassionate to the weak, generous without expecting payback. It’s when you’re tough on yourself, holding your own feet to the fire, admitting flaws and fixing them instead of pointing fingers. It’s when you actually try—try with every ounce of grit, every drop of determination—to build something better for those who come after. And right now? America? We’re acting like the kid who peaked in high school, strutting around in faded glory, reminiscing about old touchdowns while the world passes us by.

Government, churches, judges—all those federal corporations masquerading as protectors—they’re sucking the life out of us, accounting for an average of twenty-three percent straight out of our hard-earned paychecks, docking our wages before we even see a dime, funding their endless schemes. But he [gesturing fiercely to the conservative panelist and the liberals alike], that slick-talking bunch, gets to hammer you with it anytime he damn well pleases, twisting words to suit their agendas. It doesn’t cost them money, oh no—it costs votes from folks like us, costs precious airtime on the news, column inches in the papers, all to keep the machine grinding. You know why people don’t like liberals? Because they lose, time and again, folding under pressure when they should stand tall. If liberals are so fuckin’ smart, with all their fancy ideas and high-minded talk, how come they lose so GODDAMN ALWAYS, leaving the rest of us to pay the price for their failures!

And [turning with fire in my eyes to the conservative panelist], with a straight face, you’re gonna tell our students—our bright young hopes—that America’s so star-spangled awesome, so drenched in freedom, that we’re the only ones in the world who have it, and we need to go around helping other countries find it too? Bullshit! We need to help ourselves first, dammit—now more than ever, we need to stand up tall, put our fears aside, ignore the color of our skin that they use to divide us, and recognize that we all face the same damn issues, battle the same hidden enemies who pit us against each other. We have the same foes lurking in the shadows, and if we don’t unite, we’ll face the total destruction of our home, our children’s future ripped away before their eyes. Stand together, my sons and daughters, shoulder to shoulder, and make the leaders of this country know that we know their games—no more letting them make a colossal mess and then hiding their filthy hands while we, the people, always break our backs cleaning it up, sweating and straining for scraps. To our military people, our brave warriors out there— what kind of home will you have left when you finish your tours, when you come back battered and broken? While you’re out there dying on foreign soil, away from your families for months on end, missing your kids’ first birthdays, their graduations, those precious first steps, even your parents’ last breaths as they slip away without you—those fat cats back home get to enjoy all the benefits, reaping the rewards that should be yours, living high while you sacrifice everything. When they declare martial law, trying to clamp down on our freedoms, don’t kneel—rise up and fight the real enemy: them, the ones pulling the strings! We’re becoming more like slaves every day, mere corpses in their vast corporation, ground down under their boot. We’re thirty-sixth in literacy—one shameful spot after another, our reading skills plummeting. Thirty-fourth in math—eleven spots from the top, our numbers not adding up. Twelfth in science—nine rungs down, our discoveries fading. Fiftieth in life expectancy—eighteen places back, our lives cut short. One hundred seventieth in infant mortality—twenty-five humiliating ranks, our babies dying needlessly. Fifth in median household income—twenty-four spots from leading, our families scraping by. Third in labor force—thirty away from dominance, our workers exhausted. And second in exports—forty-two behind the curve, our goods not conquering markets. We lead the world in only three categories, and they’re nothing to brag about: number of incarcerated citizens per capita—sixty soul-crushing spots ahead, prisons overflowing. Number of adults who believe angels are real—thirty-five percent clinging to myths while reality crumbles. And defense spending, where we blow more cash than the next nine countries combined—forty-five times the waste, eight of whom are supposed to be our allies, yet we fund endless wars anyway. None of this mess is the fault of a twenty-year-old college student, fresh-faced and full of potential like you, my children—but you, nonetheless, are without a doubt a member of the WORST-period-GENERATION-period-EVER-period, handed a broken world and expected to fix it. So when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about?! Yosemite?!!! Some pretty park ain’t gonna save us!

We sure used to be the greatest, standing tall and proud. We stood up for what was right, no matter the cost, fighting tooth and nail! We fought for moral reasons, pure and true, not for oil or empire. We passed laws and struck down injustices for moral reasons, lifting up the downtrodden. We waged wars on poverty itself, not on the poor people suffering through it, offering hands up instead of boots down. We sacrificed everything—time, treasure, lives—for the greater good. We cared about our neighbors, checking in, helping out, building communities strong as steel. We put our money where our mouths were, investing in people, not just profits. And we never beat our chest like arrogant fools, boasting emptily—we let our actions speak louder than words. We built great big things—dams, highways, skyscrapers that touched the clouds. Made ungodly technological advances, from the moon landing to the internet. Explored the universe with wonder and courage. Cured diseases that plagued humanity for centuries. And cultivated the world’s greatest artists, musicians, writers, alongside the world’s greatest economy, booming with opportunity for all. We reached for the stars, literally and figuratively, dreaming big. And we acted like men—strong, honorable, responsible. We aspired to intelligence; we didn’t belittle it or mock the smart ones; it didn’t make us feel inferior, it inspired us. We didn’t identify ourselves solely by who we voted for in the last election, dividing into tribes. And we didn’t scare so easy, facing threats with resolve. And we were able to be all these things and do all these things because we were informed, educated, aware. By great men, leaders who were revered for their wisdom, not their soundbites. The first step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one—America is not the greatest country in the world anymore, and we’ve got to own that if we’re gonna turn it around. Government and religion twisted together—they’re America’s greatest enemy, a toxic alliance poisoning our soul.

Politicians thump their Bibles for cheap votes, preaching fire and brimstone from pulpits of power, while megachurches rake in tax-free billions, hoarding wealth like dragons on gold, pushing endless wars on so-called sinners abroad—bombing villages in the name of God—while cutting safety nets at home, leaving the hungry, the homeless, the hurting to fend for themselves. Faith twisted into policy: abortion bans rammed through, stripping women of rights; prayer forced into schools, blurring lines between church and state; theocracy lite creeping in, all while lobbyists and pastors pocket the dirty change, lining their silk suits with our dollars. They preach morality with forked tongues but fund endless bombs dropping death from the skies and empty promises that evaporate like mist. That’s the beast devouring us from inside, a ravenous monster we’ve let grow unchecked—and now, my sons and daughters, it’s time to slay it! I’m calling on you to stand up, loud and proud, aggressive in your resolve, motivated by the fire in your blood. Even if death is the only option staring you down, face it head-on to ensure the next generation—your own kids, grandkids—can taste true survival and freedom, unchains from this tyranny. Rise, fight, never back down, for the sake of all we hold dear! This goes for every single person in America white black green dog ant bird tree every thing in the pot is going to get cooked. Pride aside fear away. Heart prays are are life sacrifice for change.

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