America, tomorrow sate your lust for roasted flesh and trite casuistry to remember what our independence cost— or stroke your patriotic vanity instead. Rationalize your vices by Christ. How better sanctify your ministry? But beware the wiles of science on illusion; verifiable facts pose such an intrusion. But there'll be no inconvenient truths tomorrow. Media outlets won't pull threads that might unravel market economy myths of thriving individualist thoroughbreds galloping gallantly right over groups intent on interfering with our heads by eroding quaint American culture— freedoms—and eating 'til our waistlines rupture. So, staunch red-blooded Americans disport yourselves freely. Pretend the earth weren't teeming with fossil fuels. Never attempt to thwart exploding populations. Keep on thumbing your nose at scientific led reports. Go on—bury your head in magical thinking. To bring to culmination your theocracy; and spoils of abusing our democracy.