America is over.

Done. Discredited. Immoral. Rotten to the core. Ugly. Irreparable. Threatening. Tragic. Useless. Forlorn. Vain. A menace to the planet. Ruled by hate and racism. Sinister. Toxic. Bleak. Oppressive. Funereal.

But not terminal. It is already dead.

Americans are more than willing (they embrace it) to tolerate the removal of small children and infants from their families, and then throw them into a sea of wolves where not one of these children will emerge unscathed, unscarred, and many will be suicidal.

No one cares enough to stand up to the evil of Donald Trump. Americans have allowed him to ruin a democracy that no longer exists as he has laid siege to it. And they refuse to wake up and see the damage that has been done to the extent there are no more ideas, ideals, or propitious mythologies that serve to cover up, paint over, disguise, and conceal the charade America has disintegrated into. No one wants to look at it. No one wants to acknowledge the obvious. No one wants to challenge the camouflage Americans believe in that is, in fact, a masquerade of pretentiousness rendering a heinous dystopian nightmare of repulsive malevolence into a stinking, autocratic enclave of wealthy thievery, obfuscation, and vitriolic convulsion that has reduced America into a laughable, and indignant rage.

The rah rah party is over. The rally addicts have gone home. The sullen and the uneducated have won and they will win again to rule a county Hitler would have loved.