The Trump years pretty much erased any lingering patriotism that I had left in my bones for my country of birth. It becomes increasingly more difficult to feel love for a country that does not love me in return. When John F. Kennedy said, “Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country?” he never counted on the fact that it would become an abusive relationship. Many of us have given so much and gotten nothing in return. In fact, the working class relationship to America has normalized abusiveness.
America has allowed the drug companies to run roughshod over us so I cannot afford the one drug that showed an almost miraculous recovery of depression. Instead I am expected to make do with a much older drug that does not seem to do much beyond help me to fall asleep. Sadly, this is just one small example of the abuse that people get at the hands of corporations and government. We keep getting the same gaslighting of how trickle down economics works and that tax breaks for the wealthy produce jobs like a magician that waves a wand and pulls a rabbit out of a hat.
As if all of this is not enough, an entire profit industry has been created around poverty. Some sociopath economist figured out that charging the poor higher interest rates, higher insurance rates, and higher banking fees is profitable. Said person must have figured out that the working class and poor vastly outnumber the wealthy so the higher fees translate to billions of extra dollars per year, yet in our abusive relationship with America, we allow this to happen. We collectively rationalize with a marked cognitive dissonance that we are simply the next millionaire/billionaire in waiting. I say cognitive dissonance because we still believe in the myth despite overwhelming evidence that we have a better chance of getting struck by lightning or hit crossing the street than reaching millionaire/billionaire status.
Yesterday, while running errands I saw a rusted-out Ford F-150 with an American flag in the window. If this does not define an abusive relationship, I do not know what does. Why would anybody celebrate a country with pride that keeps them wondering whether or not that they’ll have money for gasoline, food notwithstanding? I feel sadness for people that are so indoctrinated into abusive capitalism that they’ll defend the wealthy until they literally die because they cannot afford the life giving healthcare that they need. This is why I have no patriotism remaining. Life in America creates the conditions for mental illness. When you abuse a population and have them live in a constant state of fear and stress, you cause mental illness.