Anger, shame, powerlessness... various emotions intertwining, colliding, and fermenting within United States society.
Little Bush locked himself in the Oval Office, staring at the piles of crisis reports and media summaries on the desk. The editorial "How Much More of Our Homeland Will We Lose?" and the satirical articles from The Sun were placed side by side, glaringly prominent.
He felt like he was being roasted over a fire, with logs being added beneath not only by enemies but also by restless domestic political rivals, angry citizens, and "old friends" watching from across the sea.
"Homeland... homeland..." he murmured to himself, a bitter smile forming on his face, "Who still remembers what this land looked like initially?"
"The beacon is no longer a beacon."
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