Dear Allies of the US of A

[malada]

To our old allies, I have a few words:

The United States is sick.

America has turned into the Sick Old Man: cranky, mean, losing it's memory. It is looking back at an imagined Golden (Gilded?) Age when Rich White Men were Rich White Men, women stayed in the kitchen (and worked) and brown people either didn't exist or were happy just to step and fetch.

America is no longer the beacon of freedom but a cesspool of corruption, greed and lies. We're sleeping with the autocrats and dictators and waking up with delusions.

You can't rely on us.

You're going to have to put on your adult pants and figure out how to move forward towards liberty and justice without us. For many of us Americans, we're at the bedside trying to nurse our country back to health but like a drunkard recovering from a car crash, there's been a lot of damage done and they still want another bottle and the keys to another car.

I can't say how long the sickness will last. Maybe after the leopards have eaten enough faces will the fever break. In the meantime, good luck.