My morning observation leaving California. I do not know if I am up to writing this but I shall try.

As I left California Sunday morning I marveled at the beauty of her hills and the landscape. Having the highway almost to myself made the drive delightful. California sure is pretty.

As I pulled up to an intersection just short of getting on the highway, I saw a young woman entering the crosswalk. There were three lanes in each direction plus a suicide lane in the middle. I thought she would cross in front to me and I would get to see the lone odd figure in the morning as the sun arose but suddenly she took an immediate left turn like a soldier marching.

She started into the intersection and marched into the sunrise. She wore an khaki army cap and other camouflage. She looked like a young and healthy woman and otherwise looked like she would be beautiful if she got cleaned up.

My light turned green and she was across the intersection in the middle of the left lane. I thought of calling her and telling her walking down the middle of the road in that morning light and in those clothes that blended in with the tarmac was not safe. I thought about calling her over and telling her to get into the car and rescuing her.

Then I wondered if she was safe. Would she hurt me. I wondered how much cortex she had remaining as she plunged marching forward taking long strides into the sunlight headed east. I had no idea what drugs she might be on. She was committed to walking in that fast lane.

There goes America. Open for business. Ready to have sex at the drop of a hat for money or for drugs. She would even murder for hire upon command! There wasn’t much left to her. She had taken a left turn, was eager to prostitute herself. She was open for business and ready to kill.

There was no saving her. Alas, I drove off feeling a bit safer for not having offered America help. You can’t help those who do not want it. I wish someone would tell her that she’s off on the errands of fools and would destroy herself in the process but there was no one else there. I was almost the only car on the road. I needed to head home and drove on into the sunrise eager to depart California.

The United States marches to its defeat. Its utter destruction taking America with it. We who do not govern have no voice. We have no say. Our votes do not matter. National judgement is more often than nought deadly. America was already dead and she didn’t know it.