Myanmar

I've been thinking of Myanmar recently. Myanmar is probably one of the two most repressive regimes in the world. The other is North Korea. I haven't been to North Korea, but I've been to Myanmar. The people there are like people everywhere, inquisitive, gentle, but somehow dispirited. The world doesn't care about what anyone in Myanmar says or thinks. Myanmar is like a black hole on the globe. The whole nation is a prison.

And yet, from the look of things, Myanmar was once a great nation. One can gather that much from seeing its antiquities. At some point, all the greatness ceased; the people's spirit died. The people still exist, but they do not live. They are afraid to speak out, or even enquire. No one seeks their advice; their opinion. There will never be an International Auto Show in Rangoon.

This is what we can expect to happen in America if our present administration gets its way. Even the socialist countries of Europe are scrambling to form alliances with some sense of future in mind. Only our government seems determined to choke of all avenues of progress; hope. It's done so much damage already; it's difficult to gage our chances of recovery. Two and a half years of same should suffice to plow us under for good. The world will turn its back on us. Even the most morbid among us find it painful to watch a suicide. Like Myanmar, it won't even be worth the effort to bury the corpse.