No More Small Dreams!

What happens after you gain independence? (The Revolutionary War.)
You have to figure out who you are.
We figured out that we were black and white, male and female, ever since Eden.

What happens after you achieve national coherence? (The Civil War.)
You have to figure out how to live with your differences.
We figured out how to stack the cards in new ways: call it segregation instead of slavery.

What happens after you establish a New Deal? (Social Fairness.)
You have to figure out. . . . What is it we are trying to figure out?
That is where we are today. We are trying to figure out what comes after FDR.

Social Security. A need to have a job. A need for health care.
The necessity of an education. Access to the beach, and the mountains.
How do we pay for those things? How do newer immigrants figure in?

When birth rates fall, we need immigration to fill the jobs, to pay taxes.
When "Detroit" does not mean "cutting edge", but "Google" does.
When our schools are deteriorating, and the sciences are hungry for help.

Politicians don't talk about what is going on in history.
They talk about how to win the election and drown the government in a tub.
They talk about women's vaginas and that men are men, forever.

"Dream no small dreams! They have no power to stir the souls of men!"
Nothing has ever been so small as the blather of our politicians today.
Perhaps it was we who elected them to think small thoughts, and do small things.

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