When plowing the garden with an ancient swayback when I was a kid on the farm I often sang a song; the old grey mare she ain't what she used to be many long years ago. Bless her heart, she ultimately succumbed to the ravages of misquitoes, ticks, bats, horse flies, snake bites, gout, an entanglement in a barbed wire fence and old age.
Today, as I look around, I can't help but see an anology with what is occuring in the United States, succumbing to corruption, infidelity, rapists, pedophiles, pimps, child- molesters, wife abusers, voyeurs, stalkers, pornographers, scam-artists, theives, muggers, car-jackers, shoplifters, killers, nakedness, venereal diseases, religious charlatans and old age. My old song came to mind; The American Empire ain't what it used to be many long years ago. I feel like a tourist on a cruise in rough seas and the Captain asleep in his quarters with the attendants looting the passenger safes in the office.
