The Original Sin of America, Part VI: Good Night, and Good Luck
If totalitarian takeovers, climate disaster and mass migration is indeed the future of human – not just American – civilization, I am reminded of another favorite poem: I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold…



















