We would be hard pressed to say which made us greater:
“Always shoot first and ask questions
later!”
or the American motto from day
number one:
“The only good Injun's a dead In-DIE-yun!”?
Then, too, we had slavery and business
knavery,
excuse me, I meant shap Yankee
traydahs, ayeh! —
smugglers, rum runners. Not to mention
tax cheats.
The founders. In fact, our ancient elites.
Our first upper class as opposed to the
crass
noveau riche, parvenu, Gatsby-ish
Catholics, Jews, Mormons — or worse! —
who dare assail Mount Olympus,
which we would were invincible.
As it once was. (In principle.)
Now we have Asians. With PhD's.
And scores of Latinos. Breeding
disease.
Flocking en masse
to our sacred shore.
We are damned mad, WE CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!
We
voted for Donnie (despite some unease)
fearing
this “cure” worse than any disease.
Having
said that, on the hole, we are pleased.
Though
Donnie's lies are credulity straining
he,
bless his [sic] soul, is sooo entertaining.
How you got there is never a mystery
when
you find yourself on the ash heap of history.