I am a communist. Who does not comprehend America. I don’t get how it works. I do not fathom how an economic paradigm like capitalism can hold history and call it this side of one inch at a time slippage toward another On Our Knees, begging at the Gates of Beautiful, and discovering that every culture inherits Bethlehem’s War Between the States which was how Americans described their situation fully ten years before your country turned into a righteous blood bath where whatever god is presiding today, will drain you if you cannot perform. You learn the facsimile of folding your media hands and smiling. The Hang Them South, gives thanks to a culture whose very roots are rot at the dinner table from which we eat the legacy of genocide after genocide. I wrote the book, Genocide. You never heard of it. No kidding. I implicated my neighbors in omniscient murder. Americans hide behind their We Are Better Than You Because We Have More Stuff. Conservatives are not telling you the truth because that is exactly what hurts with wounds that do not heal, never get better, and it has hindered us in our acquired, deeply turbulent questioning: Why Are We Here. The reality is that American society truly believes we are here to have more stuff because it is never enough stuff. We get to dress our righteous identities up in the costumes of conformity. A united front that sneaks in the sad back door, hangs its sad coat up on the coat pegs, and gets to work cleaning the sadistic House of Usher.