The Death of the American Dream

When my great grandfather came to America as an immigrant, he only had six dollars in his pocket, but he made the best of it. He started his own hardware store and supported his family and became a pretty good businessman. But this was in a completely different time, a time when you didn’t have to fear the government’s incompetence, a time when you could make a life for yourself with your own business.

But now the age of the American dream has come to an end. Throughout the history of the United States, people have come to America in search of hope and second chances, but what do they find now? A land of blood-sucking corporates, and it is too late to save us. It is too late, we have too much momentum to be stopped. We will continue to barrel down on any unsuspecting small businesses and swipe at them as we fly by. We will continue to spiral out of control until we just get too out of control. Then we will crash hard, crash and burn, a collapsed nation. But what better way to open our eyes and come to a realization? That is the only way to end this nonsense. Go back to square one and do it all over.

Now that the American Dream, if not soon, will dissolve. Now we can step back and examine it. How things went and how prosperous life was in yesteryear. We rode that wave, that wave that was the American dream. We rode it as far as we could let ourselves go and we screwed it up. We rode that wave until it crashed. But the fun is over now, and if you were to go to the highest hill in your area and look, “with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark – that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back”.