I can’t promise that you will grow up to be special. I can’t promise you that you will one day win gold medals. I can’t promise you that when you’re older your country won’t be at war or that you won’t lose your life to a terrorist for I can’t promise anything. I never could. I never can.
But somewhere along the line of time, some time ago, you inherited the idea that there was something about me that owed you. But I have never owed you anything. Because while I am both the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains; I am also the tornado that systematically destroys the security systems in your brains. I am the American dream; and what I’ve become is a lean mean soul crushing machine, you let me.
I was born a construct of symbolism, a set of indiscriminate unintelligible living land marks which you marked with the meaning from your hearts representing the dreams that you had as a young restless child when you just wanted to find a land to let your religion and your people be wild and free. But that is no longer me.
In the last hundred years you bought into me like an Enron stock, thought that I would take you to the top, but you didn’t invest in yourself first. You didn’t invest in the people that can provide you help in the worst conditions. You invested in me like victims of a tornado, reactive to destruction, with fear and no deduction of the problems becoming of your investments production. You invested in the same systems of economic nature that brought slavery, genocide and atomic bombs to Asia; the people who destroyed your dream are the people who you invested in by vesting them with me.
Now as you stand on remains left by the same twister that rolled over your retirement’s home. The destruction has left you alone in an indiscernible pile of indefinite aisles of inoperable rubble. The smoldering remains of an economy that used to have a pulse in its in veins. You look back just barely alive and wonder, “Where did our investment go?”
You realize now among this sundered political sky that if you had invested in yourself than why, at least, you wouldn't be alone; but no. You invested in someone else. Now I am their American dream. Now I am an itemized asset of corporation’s stock portfolios, a globalized gasket spinning with the wheels of big business, and big business doesn’t mask it sitting in on hedge funds conference tables, discussing how they can make money when America fails, they lobbied parties and elected officials who in between their legs tuck tails when discussing big issues. You destroyed me, through your apathetic investment in corporations’ insatiable ingestment of the American dream. Now all that’s left is what you see. Now I am a pipe dream, a pyramid scheme, much like Charlie Sheen. But my goddess is more immoral than a porn star my goddess is the immoral morals of a credit card. I destroyed America simply because you allowed it. So now I can openly shout it, the true American terrorist is a poorly invested American dream.
