The ugly American
I know—it's a cliche. We're ugly inside and out. We're loud. We're ignorant of anything that's not in our hands or our wallets. We have no collective memory and we recreate our own narratives daily to make more of ourselves as individuals and as a failed country, than we really are. We're all narcissists. Trump can't remember what his fat fingers typed into his Signal account 10 minutes ago.
So it's with some glee that it occurred to me in my previous post that my ex-wife is truly a citizen! She is the perfect American. I marginally facilitated that process, though I'm a bit player. She manifested her citizenship in her own American way.
So it's with some glee that it occurred to me in my previous post that my ex-wife is truly a citizen! She is the perfect American. I marginally facilitated that process, though I'm a bit player. She manifested her citizenship in her own American way.
Sadly, I am an American too. Look at me. Sad. Damaged. Irrelevant. Alone. Unable to protect anyone including myself.
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