Last chance, America.

Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embraced the End of an Empire.

We have the power to fix it.

NOTE: I just reposted this after it was accidentally deleted. I left it as it was when originally written but added the second title line.

I am a student of it all but history is probably the subject I find the most important lately. I don’t read it to remember details of dates, names, and places specifically but to note the trends as the years move forward and back. There is one constant throughout all of human history; rich people behave badly and they make The People believe it’s someone else’s fault.

This is why I hate, HATE shows like Arrested Development, Gilmore Girls, or most anything else that has a King or a Queen in it. Ya, sue me. It’s all the same, just a different century; greedy and out-of-touch rich people using poor people to accomplish some propagandized “greater good.” These shows warp your minds into thinking rich people are still human “just like me.” None of them give a fuck about you or me. They forgot what it is to be a real human being generations ago.

But before I get too far, let us be clear who I mean when I say “rich people.” I’m talking about billionaires and their trillionaire families. Very old money. The .01% who get us all in trouble. People that love anonymity and use the foot…