with mouths overflowing with promise and integrity, the mad scientists celebrated the end of the war: a new nation was born under a painted sky. but all too soon, the 'promise and integrity' lost some of its verve when translated into words and through centuries' maybe it was never anything more than just the original politician bullshit anyway.nnand the days, well, they came like daggers into the heart of it all, piling up in the pages of 21st century history books that would've been oh so very different had they been 18th century future books instead. the discord of those 200 and some years now reads like a reminder of an experiment with so much promise gone so horribly wrong. and the ancestors of those mad scientists only glance at the red, white, and blue from afar, a detached homage to the old 'new nation' and an absolute mockery of once new ideas and any remaining shreds of hope or truth in science.nnit was once said that ''of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are it might have been.' so kill it. burn the flag with the candle it could never hold to all it was supposed to represent, all that was promised, all that madmen swore would be and never was. let it spread to the hollow cities and through the comatose suburbs, and hopefully the ashes will fall in piles, monuments to a tragic failure of men who hopelessly overestimated man.