WE NEED TO BECOME HUMBLE AGAIN

The great America was the humble America our forefathers created long ago. You know the one that carried a big stick and walked softly, the one that demanded equal justice for all, the one who would give the shirt they were wearing to a neighbor in need, or let ten criminals go free to make sure no one innocent would end up in prison. I can remember that great Nation, not so long ago in my mind. No mountain could block the brightness of its light, now the flicker is all but gone. Few in it can tolerate anything, and even fewer in it care about it's long forgotten Ideals. The magic word is humble.