It took a horrific war to achieve the fundamental transformation of this Republic into its present - unstable - upside-down state.

It took almost one million dead Americans, during and after that war, to elevate the federal government to a position of presumed, absolute rule over an empire, comprised of the individual, formerly sovereign States of America.

It took an imperious President - possessed of a level of narcissism and lawlessness not seen before or since - to impose the ongoing threat of military (and, now, paramilitary) force toward the ends of subordinating the citizens and State legislatures of this nation to the unaccountable will of an unelected oligarchy in D.C. Their gift to this formerly prosperous nation has been the shoveling of bottomless pits of Taxpayer funds into bottomless entitlement programs administered by bottomless bureaucracies, producing a bottomless, unsustainable hole of debt.

So as to what's in between? Well - thanks to blind acceptance of a faux history written by the victors - we have stupidly deified the one individual who is most responsible for this fundamental transformation from Republic to empire. In doing so, we have completely airbrushed that transformation from our civic consciousness. Without the knowledge of how things went so wrong, it's likely we'll have to stumble through the all same horror again, in order to back out the overreach, deceit and usurpation that has been swallowing this Republic since 1861... assuming that's even possible.

Can a nation declare independence from itself? We may find out.

Interregnum.

Yes. That fits.

Plus a population with an overt hostility to the scam of Socialism in all its forms.

The Road to Serfdom starts with Free Food, Free Heathcare, Free jobs paid for by stealing it from other citizens and ends with ALL people dependent on the government for Food, Healthcare & Jobs.

Please enjoy your stay at the nationwide Plantation, compliments of the Democrats and their Socialist Handlers. If you don't enjoy your stay, there are plenty of rooms at the local Fema Camp where you can enjoy its Hot Showers and Tanning Booths for the rest of your (very) short lives.

Growing up, I lived on a farm in PA surrounded by mountains and couldn't wait to leave.
Now, I live on the "plains". It is ironic.
But, I know I have the knowledge that we as a people can do "it" all again.
It is sad that we have thrown our heritage away and have to salvage and rebuild.
Driving the "plains" and seeing the isolated ranches and farms, I always marvel at the endurance and faith of the pioneers and know we were once free.

Is this true Van der Leun ?

commenter Jewel: " but Vanderleun channels the very devil so well the little hairs on my neck went all agley" ( Or do we simply all want a return to traditions? We would have to find a Latin Mass.)

Or is it : "It is impossible to speak in such a way that you cannot be misunderstood."

Wisdom abounds in the post and responses. One proof resides in the Google view screen-capture. Look closely at the road. Do you see it? Way out in the middle of nowhere, taxpayers paid a bundle to have highway rumble strips installed. Government just mindlessly standardizes, spends and controls, never once pausing to ask if something is needed.

I am very familiar with that part of the country. The secret is that many of the real treasures lie off the paved roads in country that can best be described as "lonely".

There is Ft. Robinson to the east- a frontier era cavalry post.

To its north lies the Hudson Meng bone bed a ten thousand year old bison kill site.

A few mile further north brings one to Toadstool Park where 30 million year old tortoise shells weather out of the marl.

To the west of Toadstool lies the site of the War Bonnet Creek Fight where Buffalo Bill Cody "made his bones" killing and scalping a Cheyenne warrior in a one on one fight.

The action also resulted in the cavalry riding to the rescue of a wagon train, an archetype that Hollywood used ad nauseam for the next century.

Mere yards from the Buffalo Bill monument stands a Catholic Chapel and its 19th century graveyard. It stands in alone in the middle of nowhere, still lovingly maintained by the local diocese.

To its north lies the 30s era ghost town of Ardmore. It was once important enough to be a whistle stop for Calvin Coolidge's campaign. It lies abandoned now, like Detroit but a lot friendlier.

There are countless other sites in this American backwater that require only a high clearance vehicle and a dry dirt road to access,