Talk about artful deals, America could soon be led by real estate's greatest dealer since those Founders.
Around 1793, that Scottish lawyer Ross Perot liked to invoke in his American salvage enterprise role in the Presidential election of 1992, wrote
that "[Democracy is] nothing better than an Utopian theory, a splendid chimera, descriptive of a state of society that never did, and never could exist; a republic not of men, but of angels...While man is being instigated by the love of power—a passion visible in an infant, and common to us even with the inferior animals—he will seek personal superiority in preference to every matter of a general concern".
About 1993, American icon, William of Joel, sang sadly of 'No Man's Land':
"Who remembers when it all began, Out here in no man's land
Before they passed the master plan, Out here in no man's land
Low supply and high demand, Here in no man's land.............
I see these children with their boredom and their vacant stares
God help us all if we're to blame for their unanswered prayers
They roll the sidewalks up at night, this place goes underground
Thanks to the condo kings there's cable now in Zombietown
Now we're gonna get the closed circuit
Now we're gonna get the Top 40
Now we're gonna get the sports franchise
Now we're gonna get the major attractions...."
In short, from the time of Tytler's contemporaries known to us as The Founding Fathers of America to Joel's extant time, this continent-sized nation state has ever been the world's largest land grab, brought to you by disguised Trumps named George, Alexander, Franklin, Thomas, James, et.al. to one named Donald who, like most of those aforementioned, may soon see his face upon a denomination of American currency, albeit the latter's may grace the billion-dollar bill---the sort of bill that comes in the mail.
A cursory glance at this nation's history should suffice to buttress this proposition that since 1776's much-glorified Declaration of Independence the world has witnessed the ultimate art of the deal The Donald now seeks to betoken, and officially, the balance of the globe representing to him and his ilk 'great' deals waiting to be made, and in our image (and, by that he means his---see Tytler quote above).
The promised glance: a small group of elite white-skinned English-speaking (ok, Jefferson and Franklin had some French, then the language of diplomacy), using really profound-sounding words like 'sacred honor', decided at no other tangible cost other than their necks and those of angry farmers and merchants to, well, seize priceless and otherwise valuable waterfront and/or fertile real estate from a few pesky natives who'd fed their ancestor refugees from oppressive old England and Europe, using a flag designed by the East India Trading Company chartered by that first Queen Elizabeth. Fast forward a few decades, bingo, stealing inventions/innovations from England (whose patent laws meant nothing this side of the Pond), America's powerful white men (only) get all mechanized and such and, with some free time on their grabby hands conjure Manifest Destiny--another fig leaf from the minds that brought us 'sacred honor', 'pursuit of happiness', etc.--and Mexico goes on a crash diet, losing thousands of acres like that now singing fat lady lost audience..what, like you don't remember The Alamo. And, speaking of ladies, and audiences, bones must be thrown to those of femininity and color.
That brings us to the present day and, at the risk of restating the now pretty obvious, yet still we wonder at the presumptively positive 'great' relationship now in prospect betwixt Presidents Trump and Putin, along with the former's making America that 'g' word, and again (ok, understood, 'great' for whom?). As for that Wall, patterned after that Chinese wonder (equal parts brick and human body parts) it's hard to see Mexico's point of view, what with their keeping all the Spanish names for some really cool American cities, even states---they're like a great brand such as, say, Trump, what's not to be proud of?
America, soon to be great (grate?) again; you never really liked those stuffy accents, Heck, even old King George spoke German, hardly any English. Kinda like The Donald, from good German stock, and hardly any intelligible English.