American Exceptionalism was the idea that each man performed to the best of his ability, he worked because he was proud to do that job, no matter what it was. It could be sweeping a floor, it didn't matter. Work was done competently or there was hell to pay. There was no indifference. As a matter of fact indifference was akin to being slothful, being lazy. Those were the ideas that I grew up in, a completely different time, a completely different place.
I heard Chris Stapleton sing the American Anthem recently. (Apparently it was for the Super Bowl.) He sang it beautifully, with a lot of heart. I, however...felt no passion, no chills, no patriotism....just a heavy sadness. My country is dying each day, a sad little death. We haven't gone out fighting for our freedoms. Just covered softly each day with a soft grey chemtrail fog that saps the spirit and maims the heart and soul of our people. Along with every other toxin that is multiplying each day, obviously.
Ayn Rand tried to warn us what happens when communism takes over and each individual gets ignored, sidelined and then gas lit to death. The WEF smugly slathers minions, upon minions of guilt trips upon us...all the while looking down at us with their noses in the air, like the Emperor's of old injected with modern day steroids. Insisting that we need to think globally. They tell us we need to think communally with an insect like hive mind. They think they know better than we do. They cause these horrifying problems and then tell us what THEY want the solutions to be.
In her novel, Atlas Shrugged, she gives a version of each critical piece of infrastructure that goes down, along with each law that is passed to stop consequences from happening. This only compounds the problems of each of the issues at hand. These disasters don't just happen. There is video of the train that derailed in Palestine which was dragging a car at the end which was throwing sparks and obviously needed to be stopped before something happened. Here is the rumor, of which I read in the comments of the article linked afterwards:
"February 3rd a train bound for Conway station from Illinois ran over a sensor reading the heat the wheels and axles of the train and reported that the wheels had caught fire.. Ansta tt stopping and inspecting and repairing the damage, the train crew were ordered by the trainmaster to continue in the direction of Conway, allowing the train to travel for over 20 miles to the EAST PALESTINE STATION at over 30 mph while its wheels melted. And they knew it." Comment from https://halturnerradioshow.com/index.php/en/news-page/news-nation/video-derailed-train-in-ohio-was-on-fire-at-least-40-minutes-before-derailing
Whether or not it was planned or a merely cacophony of inept people making inept decisions is a great question, one we may never know the answer to. But the damage is now done.
I don't have the answers to our dilemma. I have read a lot of history. This does not bode well. Below is an excerpt from Atlas Shrugged about the Comet Train Disaster. Each person in our Country has their own responsibility for either supporting exceptionalism or supporting communism.
~Bonnie
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“It is said that catastrophes are a matter of pure chance, and there were those who would have said that the passengers of the Comet were not guilty or responsible for the thing that happened to them.
The man in Bedroom A, Car No. 1, was a professor of sociology who taught that individual ability is of no consequence, that individual effort is futile, that an individual conscience is a useless luxury, that there is no individual mind or character or achievement, that everything is achieved collectively, and that it’s masses that count, not men.
The man in Roomette 7, Car No. 2, was a journalist who wrote that it is proper and moral to use compulsion “for a good cause”, who believed that he had the right to unleash physical force upon others — to wreck lives, throttle ambitions, strangle desires, violate convictions, to imprison, to despoil, to murder — for the sake of whatever he chose to consider as his own idea of “a good cause”, which did not even have to be an idea, since he had never defined what he regarded as the good, but had merely stated that he went by “a feeling” — a feeling unrestrained by any knowledge, since he considered emotion superior to knowledge and relied solely on his own “good intentions” — and on the power of a gun.
The woman in Roomette 10, Car No. 3, was an elderly schoolteacher who had spent her life turning class after class of helpless children into miserable cowards, by teaching them that the will of the majority is the only standard of good and evil, that a majority may do anything it pleases, that they must not assert their own personalities, but must do as others were doing.
The man in Drawing Room B, Car No, 4, was a newspaper publisher who believed that men are evil by nature and unfit for freedom, that their basic instincts, if left unchecked, are to lie, to rob and to murder one another — and, therefore, men must be ruled by means of lies, robbery and murder, which must be made the exclusive privilege of the rulers, for the purpose of forcing men to work, teaching them to be moral and keeping them within the bounds of order and justice.
The man in Bedroom H, Car No. 5, was a businessman who had acquired his business, an ore mine, with the help of a government loan, under the Equalization of Opportunity Bill.
The man in Drawing Room A, Car No. 6, was a financier who had made a fortune by buying “frozen” railroad bonds and getting his friends in Washington to “defreeze” them.
The man in Seat 5, Car No, 7, was a worker who believed that he had “a right” to a job, whether his employer wanted him or not.
The woman in Roomette 6, Car No. 8, was a lecturer who believed that, as a consumer, she had “a right” to transportation, whether the railroad people wished to provide it or not.
The man in Roomette 2, Car No. 9, was a professor of economics who advocated the abolition of private property, explaining that intelligence plays no part in industrial production, that man’s mind is conditioned by material tools, that anybody can run a factory or a railroad and it’s only a matter of seizing the machinery.
The woman in Bedroom D, Car No. 10, was a mother who had put her two children to sleep in the berth above her, carefully tucking them in, protecting them from drafts and jolts; a mother whose husband held a government job enforcing directives, which she defended by saying, “I don’t care, it’s only the rich that they hurt. After all, I must think of my children.”
The man in Roomette 3, Car No. 11, was a sniveling little neurotic who wrote cheap little plays into which, as a social message, he inserted cowardly little obscenities to the effect that all businessmen were scoundrels.
The woman in Roomette 9, Car No. 12, was a housewife who believed that she had the right to elect politicians, of whom she knew nothing, to control giant industries, of which she had no knowledge.
The man in Bedroom F, Car No. 13, was a lawyer who had said, “Me? I’ll find a way to get along under any political system.”
The man in Bedroom A, Car No. 14, was a professor of philosophy who taught that there is no mind — how do you know that the tunnel is dangerous? — no reality — how can you prove that the tunnel exists? — no logic — why do you claim that trains cannot move without motive power? — no principles — why should you be bound by the law of cause and effect? — no rights — why shouldn’t you attach men to their jobs by force? — no morality — what’s moral about running a railroad? — no absolutes — what difference does it make to you whether you live or die, anyway? He taught that we know nothing — why oppose the orders of your superiors? — that we can never be certain of anything — how do you know you’re right? — that we must act on the expediency of the moment — you don’t want to risk your job, do you?
The man in Drawing Room B, Car No. 15, was an heir who had inherited his fortune, and who had kept repeating, “Why should Rearden be the only one permitted to manufacture Rearden Metal?”
The man in Bedroom A, Car No. 16, was a humanitarian who had said, “The men of ability? I do not care what or if they are made to suffer. They must be penalized in order to support the incompetent. Frankly, I do not care whether this is just or not. I take pride in not caring to grant any justice to the able, where mercy to the needy is concerned.”
These passengers were awake; there was not a man aboard the train who did not share one or more of their ideas. As the train went into the tunnel, the flame of Wyatt’s Torch was the last thing they saw on earth.”
The Winston Train Tunnel Disaster | from Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
