Towards think tanks, kingmakers, and an invisible but seemingly omniscient and prescient corporate-owned version of America we went.  And like the more staunch black-owned and christian-owned a professionalism was used to fortify clubhouses (hip-ly called campuses) and cloak thuggish.  In reality we were no less like Italy before the Renaissance than what a new America would've become without the Constitution.  Most people griped and moaned, some cautioned hate the corporations not the people, and it became really difficult to not bite the hand that feeds.

  The particular blend of private/public that commandeered charted the course for 21st century although some people have sallied alternative language.  The death knell had sounded for Jimmy Carter type digging deep to bridge color and party-flavor and sport the red, white, and blue, 'til death do us part, amen.  God bless us everyone.  

  All issues were filtered and parsed through the hands off, surveillance and closed circuit TV mode.  This went way beyond isolationism.  And the world spun on.  Benghazi?  Blame it on "the witch".

  During World War II it was't even possible to call it WWII, the killings and occupations and actions associated with that mode of "big business" amounted to what was dictating even more than the ugly personalities being cartooned and cajoled as "the dictators".  In public there wasn't much to talk about so magazines repackaged principles in disjointed chunks of American Word.

  The baby boomers didn't just seem to be pretending all's well, they were some of the first survivors past capability to decimate.  Anxiety, shellfish living, desperation to model not just survival in suburban pods but a thriving nation, that uh

  They'd been born innocents like everyone else.  Born into ceaseless games of hide the flag while the molten chemicals waft this way.  Paste up that victory story about the gal who never gave up and finally got those fake eyelashes in place.  Consider it a win for the team!  Sell more of those particular eyelashes!

  Human nature v disjointed chunks

  On the Plains, daylight stayed hidden from the people under a sod roof until shards of light worried a knife left unwashed, a bit of corner not exactly square for the windblown soil smoothing edges.