The Grand Canyon is a fitting metaphor for America’s great divide between the haves and the have-nots.
But it’s not sustainable and by that I don’t mean the rich can’t keep getting richer, but the breadth and width of that divide has unlimited vistas at the top and a dying society trickling along at the bottom, unable to quench the thirst of its needs.
Too poetic for you? Not really. It’s the non-fiction story of American collapse.
The super-rich gaze out at an America that stuns the imagination, from a shared perspective that seldom looks down. The sheer size of their wealth means their children and grandchildren will never need to work, never be required to contribute. How do you suppose that scenario will play out as we approach a conflict between those who are uninterested and, worse yet, uninvolved in a growing sub-society of fellow-Americans who are destined to merely scratch out a living.
For the past half-century, presidents addressing “my fellow Americans” gazed from the top of …