Common Sense by Bayne Tomasi: Govco as "cosmopolitan nutspray"

"People that live on an island are generally shifty and untrustworthy, like Piers."

-Thomas Paine

We have, within ourselves, a kind of sovereign identity of our own, our popcorn and sugar in the morning, deer and squirrel kills; they cannot and will not do what we do, but to sit and reap the benefit?

Perhaps we could get in better relation with old George, have a "come to Jesus" an altar call, get some sinners delivered over to the fiery furnace, and explain that we don't pay taxes for his benefit, but for the benefit of what is a fledgling, youngling land of enthusiasm and dreams.

But there are eldritch things, in the New England woods, that we do not talk about in the daylight, and only the Miskatonic University, Scott Faulkner drinking on horseback and such, there are things out there, so called "Indian mounds" built and abandoned in favor of traveling with the Buffalo.

It's like, at some point, they went on a mindset retreat and never came back, those pesky Injuns.

Scott Faulkner describing mule and oxen, there hind-ends in his face, "tilling another man's lands", at Parchman.  A rought time of it, maybe, to some, but not to all, for some yearn indeed for the life institutional, the dreadful surety of the whole thing.

That was back when all of the New World was a seminary, and the continent was stuck on John Bunyon and the Book of Common prayer; I'll eat my popcorn and sugar, mayhap, shoot squirrels and deer, trade for "Indian" corn.

We erase our ethnicity, this "eurocentrism" in an effort to adopt their computer app forms of government; that the president or the chief in the senate is a brick, that and nothing more.

What is all of government, but a kind of cosmopolitan nutspray into posterity?