This is Philip Wyeth. There is a malaise in the air across America. We are a distinct personality type finding ourselves without a homeland. The time in which we grew up is over and gone, and now the land on which we were born is being razed and resculpted.
The world’s poorest and the world’s richest squeeze us from both sides. Then the mind-controlling media tell us how wonderful it is to be a taxi driver or hotel owner, using fancy terms like Uber and Airbnb.
Where are the children of Babe Ruth, Motown, Francis Ford Coppola, and classic rock lore supposed to go in an era when assimilation means the children of foreigners who skipped the line are indoctrinated by childless white Leftist professors into ingratitude and being angry at the country where they want to live?
Is America only desirable because we have toilets and electricity and mostly peaceful streets? Those of us who grew up in the 80s and 90s wanted to make ourselves great, but have been hamstrung by the complete lack of noblesse oblige by our elites.
Economic malfeasance and betrayal on every level have made saving money a losing proposition, and homeownership as a concept almost a human right, but in actuality has become an arms race leading to impossible prices.
Seventeen years of demoralizing and expensive wars all based on highly dubious allegations. The wholesale dismantling of our manufacturing base, while politicians talk on TV about supporting “working families.” Schools so out of touch that we import workers to do high-paying tech jobs.
Now a divided population is licking its chops as if some sort of internal conflict is inevitable.
Were all these policies and misadventures worth it if at the end of the day we have a device in our pocket that can play any song we want, but we cannot communicate with our next door neighbor, either because of a language or political divide?
The America I grew up in was a place that fostered me to be great. It had a distinct identity and a culture that sizzled with creative energy. Now this country is a playpen for the world’s richest to buy up real estate. We’re told it’s a “human right” for the world’s poorest to homestead in an endless stream, using any number of insidious justifications.
And yet people scratch their heads why those of us who were already here fall into despair, smoking meth, committing suicide. It’s because we have the eyes to see that in the course of just one generation the United States has ceased to be the country where an idea was protected and nurtured, to sprout wings through invention, art, freedom of thought and speech.
Now, as the melting pot begins to smell more like a chamber pot, it appears to me that America is just a place where people live. And if that’s the case, and we are told we don’t have a distinct identity like Japan or India, who will take in our mass of anachronistic spiritual refugees?
Or are we expected to quietly be marched into the ghettos of silence, because our history and opinions offend those whose own home countries have far fewer rights than the ones they twist and grandstand upon to use against us?
The phalanx of grievance and entitlement is converging upon good, everyday Americans. All we wanted to do was enjoy life and have families, but it turns out we owe the entire population of the world everything. Literally everything.
We will be hounded by government, self-loathing Leftists, sad media images to manipulate our emotions, and ultimately the Democrats’ army of imported voters.
But to even observe and make predictions is called “hate,” because our globalist overlords have a long-term plan for the world. A total-surveillance heaven without borders or war, because we’re all the same skin tone, have the same opinion, and obediently apply for a permit to purchase a kitchen knife.
But it’s all just part and parcel of being a good global citizen.
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Video was originally uploaded on September 10, 2018.