My fellow countrymen

I’m sitting here in a hotel room in Java, Indonesia…thinking about America. Actually, weeping about America. That’s off-putting, likely. I know. The emotions are from the most ancient part of my soul. I am both in love with America and sad for the crippling death of my country and countrymen. Our soul is not alive. We are a lost people. And yet we are doing virtually everything to deny this reality. Anger and fear dominate. Division and strife run the day. Profiteers do more damage and are rewarded handsomely. We take sides against our brother and sisters, aunts and uncles, moms and dads, friends and fellow community members. We are losing and lost. As a nation.