There is no more hated institution in the world than the US government. Drenched in blood, it has become the monster it purportedly sought to destroy. Drama, rather than politics or history, provides the archetypes for a once exceptional nation that is now neither “the dictatress of the world” nor “the ruler of her own spirit.” During a somnambulant soliloquy Lady Macbeth asked: “What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?” Yet she couldn’t wash the blood from her hands: “Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.” Sleep allowed no escape from perdition, her soul was irretrievably lost. So too was Michael Corleone’s, at the end of Godfather II, as the capo dei capi sat alone in his boathouse, contemplating the lake where the brother he had just had murdered lay submerged. One cannot love what America once was and love what it has become. A revolution, peaceful or otherwise, that does not put America’s redemption at the forefront of its aspirations is a revolution not worth fighting.

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