We're a fucking flag cult. Anything associated with the Stars and Stripes is righteous and good and benevolent because it's associated with that flag.
The dogma?
All of our wars are WW2 where we heroically liberate the downtrodden foreigners longing for freedom. We use that language to preface every fucking ill-begotten war since 1945. Iraq? Our boys will be showered with chocolates and flowers as secret billions of cash flow to the usual suspects.
We are chosen by God to be a shining city on a hill. The shine is the reflection of the sun off all the white skin and gold on top of the hill. The very tip top. Their shit and rough men flow down hill from there.
We are the envy of the world! Everybody wants to be us! I suppose the ability to ceaselessly pat yourself on the back offers some physical advantage desired by the world.
We're all these great things. We'll oppress, kill, stifle, exile any fucker wanting to pierce the delusion with truth. So, lie to the kids, lie to yourselves, persecute anyone who won't participate in the lie.
I've got rage of a Texas Tribune story about treatment of people crossing the Rio Grande.
I hate these fuckers. I hate being associated with brazen cruelty and cynical policy because I am a Texan.
I've said many times that I don't know the answer to what is called a problem with non-citizens in the US. I know that you don't dehumanize people risking everything to come here, take jobs nobody here wants to fill, work their asses off, live cheap, and send money to impoverished family back home. They're better people than I am.
Drown Abbbot in the Rio Grande wrapped in his razor wire and driven to the extremes of thirst. Fuck that puto rata.