"I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!!"?

American Pitchfork Manifesto: Tipping Point on the Road to Amarabia?

A Fictional Retrospective From the Great Beyond

By Pitchfork © 2009-2012
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Freely quote with attribution

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Sample text from the essay's Part 2:  When Would Hordes of American Howard Beales Have Bellowed:  "I'm As Mad As Hell, And I'm Not Going To Take This Anymore!!"?
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Are we there yet?

When?  Sooner or later, but not too late.   

Why not too late?  The American spirit was too potent, pervasive, and practiced to have been unsuccessful outrightly.  Liberty and freedoms had that affect on a person, on a sense of God, family, country.  Many of these folks so affected were still alive and would have passed it along. 

"Without God all things are permitted." Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoevsky 

Needn’t have smugged-up: the sun sets before rising again; this wasn’t about perfectibility of people; it was about perfectibility of goals, the divinity of human potential – its rise and fall and rise.  

Many had disagreed.  So, to those who worshiped humanity or the Golden Arches or much else, they could have thought it through this way: trashing America was about the perfectibility of few; its surcease, its alternative was about the perfectibility of many.  Earth worshipers, planet pagans, should have known the emptiness of it all: Nature didn’t know you, it wasn’t your mom; natural elements were indifferent to you – as given to have grown you fields of flowers as have blanketed you in combusted ash. 

‘Not too late’ could have been way down the road to Amarabia – the farther down, the farther back; the more taken, the more to be taken back. 

Changed, changed, changed 

“Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. When change is absolute there remains no being to improve and no direction is set for possible improvement: and when experience is not retained, as among savages, infancy is perpetual. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. In the first stage of life the mind is frivolous and easily distracted, it misses progress by [not succeeding] in consecutiveness and persistence. This is the condition of children and barbarians, in which instinct has learned nothing from experience.”  Jorge (George) Agustín Nicolás Ruiz de Santayana y Borrás 

Change was in the wind, it had been canted and chanted.  He-of-the-Teleprompter:  had better have been wary of that which had been wished for and had won with. 

Change was of four sorts.  Which one was in the wind? 

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