So that was all it was, cheap gifts and false fronts. A place full of manipulated laughs and tears; predictable plots and dreams foiled by the dream-weavers.
From a distance it seemed a land of hope and magic until you lifted the curtain to expose the “Mighty Oz”: the gears of the machine being greased by the flow of money.
And more money, it was all about the money, even those ordinary people who loomed as untouchable giants, just pawns of the almighty dollar.
Her beloved America had become the fabled land that used to just mirror it.
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