You will never be a real country. You have no history, you have no culture, you have no future. You are a decadent land twisted by corporation and immigration into a crude mockery of democracy’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your politicians are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “allies” laugh at your ghoulish population behind closed meeting doors.
Western civilizations are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of culture have allowed civilizations to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even elections who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a democracy. Your social structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a desperate ethnical group home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected Democrat cities.
You will never be free. You wrench out a growing GDP every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush your society under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll start a riot, burn a city, murder your citizen, and plunge into civil war. Europe will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll balkanize you in countries marked with native American names, and every civilization for the rest of eternity will know a degenerate society has failed there. Your pseudo-culture will be forgotten and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a history book that unmistakably showed you were unnatural ethnical patchwork.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
