I think this poem from Lord of the Rings might relate to the state that the US is in;
'Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.'
Emma(Alter-ego me): Alexei and Georges-sama look p*ssed.... BIG TIME P*ssed... I think I'll just go hide downstairs with Wesley.... and Noelle and Sa-- No, wait, I have a better idea!?
Hamilton: *Sarcastic* Oh, really? Isn't that nice.
Me: Well, first I'm going to slap you for being an *ss, then I'm going to go get my Katana, and Georges-sama can get his sword and stuff and you get your gun.... And... Jefferson can use a violin bow and we can go and murder them! Sound good?