MR EMINENCE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Creative artists and cultural mediators in this country say, that what you are doing is a disgrace to the United States of America, its nation and founding fathers and they call you : a lunatic.

The United States of America's financial as much as socio-economic indicators suggest, you are the most recently chosen one to replace the valve of a gigantic flat tyre having tried to inhale as much of our global air as possible as has escaped from the inside ever since you were elected. Well, let's not say were elected but positioned yourself on Earth's probably most remarkable Anus called Oval Office. Come on, do you want to rule the world like Plankton wanted to subjugate Bikini Bottom?! Obviously, you are no Muslim fundamentalist. However, could you imagine Mike Wallace God bless him! introducing a question somewhat comparable to the one he asked Ayatollah Khomeini in due course of one of his many legendary interviews: Creative artists and cultural mediators in this country say, that what you are doing is a disgrace to the United States of America, its nation and founding fathers and they call you, Eminence, forgive me, their words not mine: a lunatic. Over the decades Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein have held up the necessity of investing truth by means of substantiating the best attainable version of the truth. Hopefully, the following will precipitate the extent to which your different kind of truth' has a lot in common with the medieval origins of magical thinking. Certainly, such kind of an address could only make an impression on someone's mind capable of generating more thoughts on global and American concerns, than your exceptionally minimal mental and spiritual properties have affirmed of.

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BIRTH; SCHOOL; STUDIES; WORK; LIFE; HOPE ... "THERE ARE THESE TWO YOUNG FISH SWIMMING ALONG, AND THEY HAPPEN TO MEET AN OLDER FISH SWIMMING THE OTHER WAY, WHO NODS AT THEM AND SAYS, 'MORNING, BOYS, HOW'S THE WATER?' AND THE TWO YOUNG FISH SWIM ON FOR A BIT, AND THEN EVENTUALLY ONE OF THEM LOOKS OVER AT THE OTHER AND GOES, 'WHAT THE HELL IS WATER?' (DAVID FOSTER WALLACE, THIS IS WATER)