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AMERICA in AUTUMN

Let us not judge her too harshly, our America, in this season of her discontent. After all, she is but a young lady. As with all earthly creatures, she continues to experience growing pains.

The trauma of her birth remains in her subconscious. It is reflected in every step she takes. Her conception resulted from a love-hate relationship between a distorted Spirit of Liberty and the Status Quo. Her formation in the womb was fraught with abortive danger at every stage. Magnetic imaging would have revealed an agitated being constantly at war with itself. The motherland struggled against history to prevent the birth, but in the end was left with no choice.

The issue was a gory mass of unrecognizable features. It took tender, loving care to clear away the bloody scales from her eyes and ears. The mouth emitted a pierceing scream that was heard throughout the world. The sharp slap on her buttocks was just the first of many jolts she would receive in her early years.

So, here she stands, having passed through the cruicible of childhood and puberty – a yound lady, refined and collected, but with a shady past for which she still refuses to take full responsibility. Ergo, the unladylike temper she demonstrates when confronted with the evidence of her youthful indiscretions. That, coupled with the insecurity of the present, along with future uncertainty, account for her impulsive display of peak.

Yes, America, your irritation is understandable. You have led a duplicitous life. You have affected a pristine nobility at the front door, while allowing dirty, double-dealing at the back. The fact is that, while presenting an innocent, smiling face to the world, knowingly you were allowing unspeakable acts to transpire in your inner sanctum. Contradictorily, with your appealing countenance, you were otherwise able to do good works. However, you never seemed to want completely to acknowledge the sins that stained your reputation and were obvious to everyone else. Of course, despite your denial, finally you are confronted face-to-face with the glorious maturity of the past which you so cynically sought to avoid. Your consternation is comprehendible.

Time, as it does with all growing things on this planet, ultimately will temper her temper and allow her to develop into the mature, self-confident woman envisioned at her berth.