The courage to admit it's over

Whenever I'm in America I don't know whether to laugh or cry. They cling to a 1950's version of themselves like a man clinging to a prized, upturned boat in a fast moving river. His only hope is to let it go and swim for shore but he hangs on, hoping against hope, and goes over the falls.

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