I finally figured it out, what’s really wrong with America, what’s really keeping America from being great again, but you’re not going to want to hear it: we have met the enemy, as a great man once misquoted, and they is us. We, the people, or in this case, the toons, have come to believe in a caricature of ourselves, something that never really existed, an exaggerated image of ourselves as great, and everyone else as inferior. In short, we have come to believe in our own mythology, and sadly, that’s the way most Americans behave today, wandering tough guys, ready to kick ass and take names, calling everyone else cucks, up until the time someone bigger and badder comes along: for example, when a white supremacist gets punched in the head for being an asshole, and then suddenly becomes the victim, his right to free speech having been violated, with no thought entering into his mind that others might react to that speech.
Everything in America is exaggerated today. An example can be found in such a basic thing as our driving on our highways. No one in America, it seems, can be compelled to do the speed limit. Traffic on the highways is forty-five percent travelling way too fast, forty-five percent travelling way too slow, and ten percent trying to dodge around the resultant chaos. And, in fact, it’s the American definition of freedom itself that causes the chaos in American society, and turns us into that caricature that I mentioned previously.
The average American’s definition of freedom is: “I can do whatever I want, whenever I want,” but that isn’t really the definition of freedom, it’s the definition of chaos itself when you have over 300 million people all trying to practice that ideal at once. American freedom has no limitations of duty to others, and that itself is the caricature; such an ideal never existed, indeed, could never exist, except in the imagination of Americans.
Our cartoon president (should I spell that precedent?) is the poster child for those in American society responsible for placing him in the White House, with the help of foreign actors, of course, and an archaic electoral process designed to placate slave states (See? We’ve always been a cartoon). He honestly believes that he is above the law because he was elected president. Presidents, according to the Donald, can do whatever they want, because they’re the Commander in Chief, and leader of the free world, and the boss can do whatever he wants. It’s roughly the same illogic as when Americans believe that speeding is okay, because everyone else is doing it. Yet, just as Americans, he believes the law applies to everyone else, as when someone tries to sue him, or investigate his sleazy activities.
Sadly, President Toon does represent a substantial portion of Americans, those who believe in the comic book version of American history, and those who firmly believe in an America that never was, the America that rode the high plains of the world alone, six gun dangling from its hip, warning all other countries with its steely eyes not to mess with the U.S. Unfortunately, that leaves the rest of us surrounded by toons, and wondering how we can change the Toonited States of America back into the United States of America. Hopefully, somehow, through our democratic process, we will find a way.