MAGA and what it means

Make America Great Again

This is not asked in order to jeer, really I wondered exactly what section to post this in.

But I'm asking :- WHEN was America GREAT?

I'd like to know just what those in MAGA hats see as "greatness", what age are we talking about.

(I'm in the UK and often those who voted for Brexit seemed to have some sort of idea of a golden age in the past that was lost, and needed to be regained. The days of Empire! The spirit of the blitz!)

Was it when "men were men"? An age when someone born the very lowest could yet reach the very highest? Do we go back to the Wild West?

I read once a biography of Harry Truman. I was greatly impressed by the man. Maybe others would not agree.

Well, I'm rambling a bit, but my question remains - and I have genuine interest. Not looking for disputes and mud slinging.

Just asking. When exactly was America great, and of what did such greatness consist?

Thanks

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LesDawsonsPiano · 70-79

As a passing wave to HippyJoe, regarding the arc of history, the Church on a Hill, together with mention of Darwin.

Just to say in my own defence, that many moons ago (I was about 30) I traced the current "arc of history" to Copernicus (not Darwin) It was the heliocentric proposition that shifted "Man" from the centre to the periphery and all its associated, subsequent angst.

My poem, written back then, a tad satirical but with a serious core.

Enjoy, or not.......

Oh! I wish I'd been born before Bacon
When the sun still moved in the sky,
When hope was in more than a daydream
And beauty in more than the eye.

When the Great Chain of Being had God at the top
And Old Nic down below in his lair,
When people were burnt for love of their souls
And not just because they were there.

Back in those days before Auschwitz
When there was still trust to betray,
Before Symbol and Myth became Number
And the Cross became DNA.

Oh! I wish I'd been born before Bacon
When Saints trod the Pilgrim's Path,
When people still jumped at a bump in the night
And not at a bump in a graph.

When Crusades were fought for Truths believed
And Faith was the Devils hammer,
Nothingness only the clay God used,
The Absurd a Bishop's stammer!

When Man was seen as something more
Than atoms swirling in air,
Before the face of the Risen Christ
Became the face of despair.

Yes, I wish I'd been born before Bacon
Though there's not much to choose in the end;
But I might have had serfs and a castle
And I might have had Christ as a friend.

HippyJoe, eat your heart out!

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