One day soon. Maybe within a few years. Perhaps even sooner. My son will ask me the following:
Dad, where were you when the U.S. went into a downward spiral of despair and annihilation? When a lunatic took over the government and was allowed to go on his path of destruction completely unchecked and allowed to do as he pleased? Where exactly was that breaking point? Dad, why didn’t you or anyone try to stop him? WHY DIDN’T ANYONE STOP HIM?!
Perhaps at that point I’ll reply….
How the hell am I supposed to know? And how the fuck are we able to speak to each other anyway?!