Coming out of the election we hear the cries that America is breaking apart, that we have never been more disunited. We aren’t breaking apart in the literal sense of course; we have stalled any calls for secession for awhile, though California is more than welcome to leave, if it insists. But the country is certainly fractured, with most of the blame for this being heaped on the so called rabble that voted for Donald Trump, those boorish, offish Middle Americans who just didn’t want to be part of the, “it takes a village” collective. Well, to all this talk about disunity, I say, Hoorah!!
The idea that we must all be “united” should send a chill down the spines of all freedom-loving Americans. In fact, “stronger together” is nothing but a euphemism for the loss of our individual liberty.
For some time now, we have had a government and culture that has tried to forcibly homogenize us. The fact is that in a nation of 320 million people, over 3,000 miles wide and 1,400 long, with massive rivers, forests, deserts, and mountain ranges that homogenization will never happen. Huntsville, Alabama will never be Seattle, Washington, which will never be Saginaw, Michigan, which will never be Cheyenne, Wyoming. And even within these great States, you can’t force a Fresno into being a San Francisco. Mightily as they have tried, we are different and proud of it.
We are still living in the shadow of a post-World War II America, a brief and rare time when America seemed united in principle and purpose. Some of that may have been a mirage, but there is no doubt that the postwar America was one with many uniting features. But that, too, is now cracking up.