He
was Robin Hood pounding on the door of Capitalism and shooting her in the heart
for forsaking the people who made her through Depression and Recession. He was Guy Fawkes
lighting the fuse of Free-Thought before watching it take to the skies and
explode in a burst of crimson, violet, and umber directly over Autocracy’s
raft, ultimately drowning her at sea. He was America, boldly stepping up to face
Oneness and proclaim her Independence by sending Great Britain running. That,
of course, was America before she became Great Britain, or Rome, or Sumer, or Macedonia, or maybe even Egypt. America is, was, and always will be, all those and many more to come. And he was America. Demise, demise, demise.