Outsiders are in, insiders are out. Populism goes the people. Keep your bottle of red, keep your bottle of blue, we're going with the clear liquid this time. We want to see through it. No more roofies from the employees. The lake must be dried, the bottom must be examined, the stumps must be cleared, the beaches must be combed. Get a rocket eye view, down with the tyrants. They'll go kicking, screaming, and changing the subject. Back to skin tint, ignoring skin thickness once again. Mock them relentlessly, bleed their sour cancer. For laughs, of course, but also to save them. Their brains are confused and frightened. It's fight or flight or shave your head and join the Dry War. Their choices are dwindling. Hang in there, maybe they can get to Mars one day.
Of course, America was never gone for good. It was a temporary gut check, a look in the mirror, a decision. The slime still oozes, but not as much. The gas it still lit, but it's dimmer, it's flickering out. Sanity and it's clarity, rationality and it's reality. Hilarious is what's left, wrecked minds of woe and depression. Go with acceptance, anger has no future, the shock was enough. Get back to whining and moaning, it suits the mushed brains better. The artists are triggered, finally we'll get some good music. More stick-it-to-the-man, less endorsements. Change all the rules, talk to only a few folks, get it done. Debate nobody, the debate is over. Clear out old-timers, scram you greasers, so long bribers and blackmailers. The Light Lobby has arrived, the Sledgehammer Lobby is being formed. Demolition of the American kind.