For those who cannot fathom the changes time has wrought, tomorrow will be better, or perhaps it will be not. Those who have championed progress, thinking it is for our betterment might come at last to fathom that it’s been to our fetterment. Why do we study science and waste our time at college only to find out that we’ve been ruined by our knowledge? We have been so quickly smart and sadly too late wise. All our grand inventions seem to lead to our demise. Can we make things better? Can we veer off to the light? Or will we blindly keep our course, attracted to the night?
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Before it’s Too Late
We could use a sentient being in the White House about now. Surely his staunchest backers must be wondering how they can save face. How can they be suffering no qualms? You can tell them by their panicked looks and their sweating palms. How can they stand behind him? How can they fail to see how he’s cast our ship of state into a stormy sea? Already, they’re too slow to recognize the fact that they jeopardize our country. Their fealty just may bring about our final fall. This game that he’s been playing at, remember, when he’s gone, is still the world that we’ll be staying at. Judges, remove your blinders. Senators, seize the rein. Acknowledge that our captain has slowly gone insane. It’s not too late for action, but if we do not act, we’ll go the way of other fallen empires. That’s a fact!