The U.S. Is Too Free For Its Own Good

I made a mistake in my personal life the United States has been pushing for two-hundred and forty-four years—the error of indiscriminately trusting people who cannot be trusted, giving them the benefit of the doubt.

In my case, a costly mistake that broke my heart (from the looks of it, not hers).

My Kind

Evaluating my past relationships with the help of a psychologist friend, a brother from another mother who softened my initial disdain for psychology, I began to recognize how I never really set my paradoxical rules required to trust the collective freedom in our relationship, a societal requirement I preached about publicly eight years ago.

Relinquishing leadership in exchange for peace at home, I foolishly relied on the natural progression of a love story—a laissez-faire trajectory I would never deploy in the Silicon Valley businesses that I turned into financial success. I learned the hard way the requirement for leadership never ceases, not even in your relationships.

I care about everything I do, or I will not do it.

Blinded by love, I was too kind in having endless patience for my partner’s deficits, compensating and helping them out left and right, frequently putting aside what I needed. I was too compassionate for how they grew to be who they are and the poverty they endured, without them realizing or having compassion for where I came from and what I turned myself into.

Tired of a lack of genuine reciprocity, we broke up when, without addressing causation, I began to treat them the way they treated me. And when they stopped “investing” in me or abruptly left me vulnerable, I responded by halting my investments in them. No longer could my love be taken for a ride.

Our Kind

The predicament above describes the relationship between the United States of America and its people.

The United States lacks the benevolent leadership to steer our humanitarian ship in the right direction. We lack the leadership that follows the compass of nature’s first-principles to define and drive the merit of human excellence and longevity.

We, as a country, are in the same compounding mess I found myself in, not having managed the expectations of my relationships upfront. Our freedom, kindness, and compassion for everyone have led to detrimental consequences on our turf.

Incompatible Humanitarian Compass
Incompatible Humanitarian Principles
Broken Humanitarian Theories
Broken Humanitarian Systems

As you can see from the slides above, we in the United States of America have deployed the wrong evolutionary compass, broken principles, broken ideologies, broken theories, and broken systems, driving the rat race for money, void of any discernable renewable evolutionary merit, into a morass of humanitarian ignorance, leading too soon in my view to human extinction.


We can fix everything we, humans, create as long as we can muster the courage to normalize ourselves to a higher and better normalization of the relational truth of nature we discovered.

We, as a country, can fix ourselves by adhering to a theory of humanity for the first time in tune with nature’s theory, by constructing and implementing a human theory embedded in natural systems that use discriminate input to produce the desired output.

Choice Is Overrated

As short-term participants in a relationship with the long-term interests of our country, we must set up the expectations of the relationship beforehand, using nature’s principles as our guide.

We cannot support the first-principles of nature when we ignore them. We cannot adapt to nature when we do not comply with nature’s gameplay. We cannot let our participation in nature’s dictatorial gameplay be laissez-faire. The rules of our roost must change.

Nature is remarkably patient, as I am in relationships of love. But do not abuse that patience until it runs out.

The sign of an intelligent nation is its willingness and ability to reinvent itself, upstream. Let’s inspire the world with new rigors of excellence we first and successfully apply to ourselves.

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