GoodActually

You know, for as much as we'd all like to espouse the downfall of America, we misconstrue just how powerful and all-consuming this general landmass is. America digests all of us to shit out a variety of golems, goblins, and ghouls ready to commit or experience violence at any given moment. No culture survives the transformation that occurs when you enter America. Within 1 generation, you become absorbed into the quintessential American-[ ] archetype specific to your haplogroup. For all grievances regarding the decay of modern western living, white people tank "America" incredibly well. In some ways the true white existence was a vanguard of absorbing and adopting the poisons that decimate other cultures. Especially Anglos and Saxons, a hardy pale stern peoples who withstand milk, alcohol, grain, and sugar far better than our swarthier peers. Watching Latin birth rates collapsing in real-time, blacks succumbing to diabetes and heart disease, Asians becoming dysgenic erratic freaks as soon as they reach adolescence in a middle class schooling system, and any other myriad of horrors makes you realize there's no single benefactor to the American existence than America itself as a concept. This prehistoric continent kept its native population in a slumberous fugue, contorting them around Lovecraftian pyramids and drowning them in blood sacrifice. It was a demon and a god waiting for a race that grasped combustion to walk upon its electrically charged soil. When that moment happened, it swallowed up its corn people and shit them out into a rug made of flesh to welcome the usurpers. America is an entity built to create more Americans. Perhaps this once meant a specific White Anglo-Saxon Protestant flavor of European stock, but between the Ellis Island influx and the dark shift of 1965 immigration reform, this definition has now transformed into a generic feeling of "American" as a consumer identity that faintly traces its roots to individualist fervor. The older I grow, the more I start to realize that America works. Our government works. Our justice system works. Our society works. Our nation works. I have gorged myself on the same fountain of cynicism, enlightenment, dissidence, despair, optimism, clarity, and wisdom that every casual political mind goes through as they trudge through the bullshit towards a truthful conclusion about the world they live in. I've siphoned every last drop and concluded that everything works exactly the way it's supposed to. Our nation is more than perfect, it's exactly the way it should be and the only way it ever could be. America is a thresher built for finding the select few truly successful and showering them with unprecedented wealth. Its fee for fulfilling this mechanism is harvesting the failed applicants in a whirlpool of mass rape and spiritual desolation. America is a Chuck E. Cheese Willy Wonka psychopath dimension where our most destitute are still somehow obese. Our displays of indulgence are so obscene they sound like hallucinatory tales of plenty that ancient nomads would tell each other when depicting utopic visions of heaven to cope with the hunger pangs. America will take a Mongolian child and shove her through a pathway of aestheticized self-abuse, decentralized prostitution, school shooter drug prescriptions, and political MKULTRA conditioning all for the purpose of subsuming her entire existence around a 30 second clip. Everything this person did her entire life was purely for causing this moment to happen. Her whole life's purpose was to be handcuffed by a police officer while screaming at a camera. America did that to her. America put her in the Ninja blender and poured out the batshit smoothie onto the surface of your phone because it needed to feed you chaos and siphon your mild amusement, interest, shock, or dismay. America is like a great cell of self-assembling single celled organisms which all became content to turn into organelles. Julius Caesar was one, Jesus Christ was another. The English, the French, the Spanish all contributed to some small part of it. For better or worse, the blacks did too. What emerges is an organism fit to face the future, a great eradicator of fragile organic cultures. A conqueror that brings all tribes to their knees and unifies them around the cheeseburger, the gun, and the flag. A hydra which rabidly claws and stabs and bites itself while regrowing faster than it can tear away. America is the final and ultimate empire. It grabbed the industrial throne, stole the space race, and embedded the digital era with its language and culture. Even after "America" falls, America will continue to spread through the world and humanity like an unstoppable virus. Whatever mongrelized race survives us, it will come with tired eyelids and a slight Cali drawl. It will live in the arena of money and orient around attention share like a fungus seeking moisture and warmth. It will forgo its past and discard its future for an eternal tense present. It will be an American. Every march towards progress carves away at our humanity. Victory in the ecosystem demands appeals towards physical efficiency, each leap in capability reducing the flexibility we can afford for the rituals, delays, and imperfections we define as spirit or culture. To become a species of the future, we will fling forward into an inhuman form. The physical embodied within a machine, the essence of human ideas, a soul made of electricity. But unlike sci-fi hiveminds would have you believe, navigating the tumultuous chaos of reality demands some individualization amidst the drones. The American has been bred to do this. Each American is a Von Neumann probe ready to spread American culture in any environment they land themselves in. The invasion is brash to the uninitiated and looked at with parasitic contempt, yet it spreads nonetheless. America has spedran the playbook of the future's all-consuming agenda long before computers existed. What you consider "America" is part of its legion of corpses Frankensteined into its tumultuous mass, a bulge of apple pies and bald eagles squeezed in between jazz music and nightmare meth gas stations. America, true America is pure capitalistic optimization. The front facing entity of what all life converges towards. When China replaces America's place as the global empire, the Chinese will become Americans. When something beyond us replaces humanity itself, it too will become an American. When each and every one of you die, your soul will enter a metaphysical plane. Within this afterlife, other spirits and entities will look upon you and say, "Another American has arrived."