Patriots of a Land Yet to Come

A. R. MOXON
July 4 , 2026

Our national brokedown palace and a story of a country worth celebrating.

Well, it's my country's 250th birthday today, and the old girl looks pretty rough. Today's the day we're meant to celebrate, and I find myself asking what exactly we would celebrate about a country that seems to have narcissistic personality disorder, or at least seems to be governed by it.
The gang currently at the national helm are white Christian supremacists, by which I mean that they believe this is a country that exists only for white Christian men, and they'll say so, too, and then they'll tell you that it's because white Christian men are exceptionally good and moral and brave and true, while enacting the most horrific and cowardly brutality and corruption to create their white christofascist ethnostate.
"White" is a made-up term, which effectively means "the people who deserve to live." Christianity is a religion, founded by this fellow named Jesus who was murdered by the dominant military and economic military superpower of his own day, and whose adherents today in my country use as a unifying energizing coalition for the control and celebration of today's dominant military and economic military superpower.
"Superpower" might be a little much these days. The fascist gang at the helm are throwing an America party, giving us a good look at just how super, how exceptional, how supreme, whiteness really is.
The national mall, decked out for celebration, is all but deserted. I presume you've seen the pictures and video of the eerie liminal spectacle. Bands perform for half-interested audiences who they frequently outnumber; people standing sway-hipped here and there in the brutal global warming like the last five daisies in a lawn that seems to stretch away into infinity. Food courts, staffed by bored attendants, ring the yard, awaiting a single customer. Somewhere in all this empty space, a Nazi podcaster debates a child about the Salem witch trials; the Nazi appears to be arguing the witches deserved it. In a healthy country this sort of thing would be deemed offensive, but we're way past that now, and anyway there's nobody around for the Nazi to offend. Above it all towers a halfheartedly-constructed white arch, a chintz plywood replica of the fascist monstrosity our wannabe dictator intends to install someday, part of a twinned set with the ghoulish ballroom he intends to construct to dwarf the White House to which he intends to attach it. The arch that was actually constructed is a devastating critique of both the man who commissioned it and the country he leads. It's a nothing, just a hastily throw-together, no detail, no art, nothing of craft, just a gesture toward greatness by a man who never did any of the work it would take to truly be great.
Here we are: a quarter millennia into our life as a country. We look like a failed casino. It's what we should have expected. A failed casino is what we are. We even hired a guy who makes casinos fail as our leader in order to make the picture complete. The guy is all facade, just like the country he leads, like a white power avatar molded out of 100% pure bullshit and brought to life by chanting the 14 words of white supremacy over his lumpish form. His name is even "Trump." It's perfect. Before the word became inseparable from this cheap huckster of a rodeo clown, "trump" meant "to dominate," but "trumpery" still means "worthless nonsense," and always did. And our own President Trumpery has remade much of the rest of our national space in the same image, the same form. It's all pasted-up plastic gold frippery made to mimic quality, but all it does in the end is mock quality; it looks sad and wrong, much like an elderly racist doddering under a pound of pancake makeup, play-acting as a cartoon tough guy for all the other scared little Christian white boys to worship. Meanwhile, beneath the pancake facade, the once healthy body crumbles, while the mind, never healthy, disintegrates. Soon both will resemble the spirit: dead and rotting.
No wonder nobody came to the party. What exactly are we celebrating?

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