We're Just Another Brick in Trump's Wall?
It’s pretty much 2017. And if I read that aloud, my mind has trouble processing that number as anything but a year in the distant future. Because, it seems like it was about 20 minutes ago that I was going to the bi-centennial parade in Kentwood, Michigan on 7/4/76 and theorizing that I was born at just the right time to have an outside shot at living to see the tri-centennial in 2076. 41 years later, I don’t think it’s a longshot to say that I have a better chance of making it to 2076 than America as we know it has to see its 300 th birthday. I was talking to the kids the other day about a book I read in high school, “The Ugly American” and the idea that there’s a way we see ourselves and there’s a vastly different way we’re seen by other countries. Just an utter lack of self-awareness of who America is collectively. We thought shit was bad when that book was written in the 50s, but how much worse are we perceived now and I shudder to think what we'll look like in anothe