some days it seems like you folks in the US of A are always just waiting for the world to end.
Well, you've summed up the biggest problem with America very succinctly... the outsider's perspective, I suppose.
The intersection of American Exceptionalism and America's fundamental identity as a dumping ground for Europe's more dangerous fundamentalists and... here we are.
The subconscious belief that we are the very best ever and part and parcel of being the best is being the last.
America as the shining city on the hill BEGETS America as the second coming, America as Jesus, as seeing itself as that must die with the world to be resurrected as whichever ideological paradise the individual American imagines.
The agrarian-anarchist nightmare that the militiaman calls a dream, the sterile Star Trek Next Generation perfection-through-lack-of-need fantasy that a bleeding heart crackpot like myself desires, the literal Apocalypse that ends with the man with the tongue like silver and the eyes as unto fire wiping out damn near everything and building a city of gold that the Jesus freaks shoot for, whatever.
We're all guilty of it out here, all across the American spectrum. The impatient idealistic belief that our dream world... whichever that is... is just one vote away.
There is a little Ralph Nader in all of us Americans, left right and centre... self-involved and arrogant, idealistic but completely spoiled for instanteous results.
"Me wantee now! NOW NOW NOW! If it will take time, it ain't worth having! If it must be incrimental, it must be burned down! I'm so smart, I know what I want and I want it now! NOW NOW NOW!"
The rest of the world sees down the road for generations, you know, at least to some degree... we want it all, we want it now and if we can't have it now, fuck anyone having it.
What was the MLK riff? About having seen the mountain top and while he himself probably won't get there, that's okay, that doesn't make the struggle not worthwhile?
Yeah. MLK was the best of us. Ain't many MLKs about.
We'd all rather be John the fuck*ng Baptist, y'know.
Y'know.