1492 seems like a galaxy away yet The Dark Ages appear more prevalent than ever.
The New World, accidentally or not stumbled upon, once discovered, it reignited the aspirations of millions of getting a fresh start. Devouring the idea that a colorless blood environment would allow everyone to compete on the same racing track classless, humans flocked to the only and last New World, from the Old Continent as well as from the Rest of The World, dreaming that one's beliefs won't be persecuted or other's thinking that reasoning will never be tortured and killed by the absurd mind of the believer.
A lot had to happen before the United States of America acquired independence. When it did, it became the only beacon of reason, guaranteed by its constitution. The first country and union of states whose fundamental law was drafted from reason, not from belief. It seemed like humanity saw its own reflection in the murky brooks of blood, heard the shriek of oceans of beings foaming of desperation and injustice and drafted the paths on which anybody could freely pursue hapiness.
A secular society where everyone was finally born equal, where Lady Justice was blind, unable to see the class, color, creed or wealth of anyone. Where no one, any one or some one was ever guilty and had to prove their innocence. Where the verdicts no longer will be spitted out based on mere belief but argumented beyond unreasonable doubt.
It turned out that The New World has represented just one's imaginary freedom and not the palpable liberty. The beauty of the cognitive mind which once again is forced to self exile.
The same beliefs that brought us the most gruesome aspects of the human capabilities are unraveling once again in our society. Not only for us, the ones who reached the shores of the New World. no. out species failed at its final test. The last beacon of hope has been perverted. There is no new land. There is no New World where we can start again. The ideal of the American dream has been raped by our indolence, belief and greed. We rigged our last chance. We depleted ourselves of a dream!
P.S. That is the American Dream. Not to by a fucking, shitty house over a period of thirty years – (for those whom I had to spell a sentence).