As lightning struck closer and closer, I looked to other parents who chatted casually on the sidelines. I felt almost embarrassed to be the one to raise the alarm as I sheepishly approached by daughter’s soccer coach and exclaimed as calmly as I could, “Coach, I think we need to get the girls off the field.” The coach looked up to the sky as if she hadn’t yet noticed its angry rumblings and blew her whistle.
What is it about our species that we gleefully tend to ignore the obvious warnings until we’re forced to act retroactively rather than proactively? Mark Twain might or might not have said, “History doesn’t repeat itself, but it often rhymes.”
Yes, it does.
Can the good old U.S. of A. last forever? I know, we don’t want to think about it, but if we do think about it, will we notice when storm clouds gather? How will we know when we’re bamboozled, when we’re being led right over the cliff? Empires do not last forever. How will we know when ours is near its end? What does history have to tell us about the ends of Objects in Mirror are Closer Than They Appear | BustED Pencils: