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The Pain of Stars and Stripes

It has been said that pain is a conversation waiting to be had. If that is so, there’s so much to share: Today, the term the United States is on the road to becoming less and less an applicable synonym for America. Reigning division and separatism seem to be the new twin watch-words describing this discordant nation. Today, the old Mason-Dixon Line has been replaced; yet of the tri-color flag, white remains supreme; red and blue identifying her divisive demarcations. Black, brown and yellow sprinkle in the circles thereof and polarization of color again sums up the political times. That all men are created equal was a worthy pen; such words, however, have yet to become a living reality. It has been held that what goes around soon comes back around—if the circle is not broken. Yet it is also held true that a bubble blown beyond its limits will surely burst and dissipate into vapor.

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