The Precipice

Vikktor Perez Chilon

The United States of America is hanging from a precipice. If you live here, have family here, wealth or any vested interest in this nation—know this—she swings from this precipice; she is dangling by a thread. And this cord frays, snaps, twists and pops. I am older than dirt. I have been here before. “Experts” everywhere believe they have the answer. Lean in and look at me when I speak—I do not care who mentored you. I do not know who or what persuaded your world views; I don’t care where you studied, what you have achieved, or how you perceive the American Experience. Time is up. Wake up.

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The United States of America is hanging from a precipice. If you live here, have family here, wealth or any vested interest in this nation—know this—she swings from this precipice; she is dangling by a thread. And this cord frays, snaps, twists and pops. I am older than dirt. I have been here before. “Experts” everywhere believe they have the answer. Lean in and look at me when I speak—I do not care who mentored you. I do not know who or what persuaded your world views; I don’t care where you studied, what you have achieved, or how you perceive the American Experience. Time is up. Wake up.