In 1997, my father had to start over. His business went belly-up, and he reached out to an American fabric manufacturer to form a relationship to import it to Israel. Since I was 13, he suggested we go to the U.S. together, specifically Chicago, where this family business was based. He wanted me to take part and shake their hands, look them in the eyes, and purchase merchandise.
This was, of course, my first time going to the land of the free and opportunity, and I was excited.
My father told me that this was the greatest country on Earth, the envy of all nations, and the beacon of light for humanity, and America didn’t disappoint.
I saw New York City, the finance capital of the world. I saw the Chicago Bulls playing in the playoffs in a stadium packed with fans watching the greatest player in the world, an American named Michael Jordan. I saw Cape Canaveral in Florida where the United States conquered outer space. I visited Washington, D.C., where the people that lead the free world make life and death decisions.
I saw greatness.
The people that formed this country just 200 years earlier had created a superpower.
In the 1880s and 1890s, just a hundred years earlier, the Second Industrial Revolution connected the world with railroads, early forms of automotive vehicles, and the ideas of mass production led to the thought that technology and science had defeated the struggle of human beings.
Peace prevailed, very few wars were waged, and euphoria spread.
It reminds me so much of the 1990s when the world felt invincible, the Internet launched, the Soviet Union collapsed, the Berlin Wall fell, and I went to see America, where anything was possible.
In Belfast in 1909, Cunard, a British company, was commissioned to build a mighty mail ship called the Titanic.
In the euphoric atmosphere of the period, the builders told their future clients that it was unsinkable.
The hypnosis of this statement was strong. It was the largest moving object in the world at the time with 46,000 horsepower, 29 steam engines, a length of 269 meters, and capable of carrying 3,500 passengers and crew across the Atlantic Ocean. With that, it had just 20 rescue boats that could only handle 1,178 people.
The misconception of it being unsinkable was so toxic that when the Titanic hit the iceberg, most passengers weren’t interested in mounting the rescue boats, which were lowered to the dark seas and cold water. Instead, they thought they could simply stay safe on the mighty ship.
The band kept playing music, and many didn’t even leave their rooms.
I don’t trust Joe Biden at all. It’s not because he might be senile or in mental decay but because he fails to show what he stands for.
He invites terror to flourish.
I am not going down with the ship, and neither should you.
If the U.S. forgets what it is, I won’t suffer from its decadence.
Herd thinking is not destiny. What you see in your universities is not just confused youth; where are the parents of these low-IQ, woke rejects? They know nothing about the world except for how to chase for attention and seek some meaning.
They are a reminder that if one forgets what America is then Chinese, Qatari, Saudi, and Russian brainwashing can infiltrate your corrupt professors and change the very fabric of your government.
P.S.: George Soros, I see you for what you are – a devil.
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