Stranger in a strange land

Stranger In A Strange Land-CFrom Breitbart.com:

Majority of Americans Feel Like ‘Stranger in Own Country’

by Mike Flynn

Whatever failings there may be in his specific policies, Donald Trump’s campaign has tapped into a strong, visceral feeling of millions of Americans. Seeking to destroy Trump, the candidate, may further alienate the Republican party from a rapidly growing block of voters.

According to the Reuters survey, 58 percent Americans say they “don’t identify with what America has become.” While Republicans and Independents are the most likely to agree with this statement, even 45 percent of Democrats share this feeling.

More than half of Americans, 53 percent, say they “feel like a stranger” in their own country. A minority of Americans feel “comfortable as myself” in the country.

Tarzana Joe also wrote a perfect poem on this point:

What Not to Do

Poets are required
To communicate with brevity
To get a message over
With some synthesis and levity

But how am I to summarize
What I think this week means?
An epidemic’s coming
And we’ve thrown out the vaccines

Our blimp has got a great big rip
And no one brought the patches
Arsonists are on the loose–
We’re giving out free matches

It seems the sky is falling
While we’re walking under ladders
We’re looking for some eloquence
But every nabob nadders

The rough beast of the prophesies
Is slouching ever nearer
As we run around with scissors
And go smashing every mirror

The ship, alas, is sinking
And the passengers are wailing
Wouldn’t we all do better
If everyone starts bailing?

I say this with conviction
After little introspection
I don’t know where we’re going
But it’s in the wrong direction

The Congress must assert itself
And heed the people’s voices
Or in the next election
We’ll be making diff’rent choices

The consequences are extreme
We can’t afford mistakes
The car we’re in is driverless
It’s time to hit the brakes

Who’s country is this anyway?

I used to recognize my country.

Now I’m starting to sympathize with Robert Heinlein.

BZ