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As an Indian, I have had a chronic admiration for America. Liberty, Equality and Fraternity are its hallmarks, Humanity its religion and Altruism its doctrine. To me, USA has been a manifestation of near-perfection.
Yet today, it is engripped by a neo-Hitlerism promulgated by a man who is at its helm. So vain is he that he cannot see how deleterious his present exploits will be on generations of Americans. So stupid is he that nothing can bring him back to his senses, not even protests from all over the world. So intoxicated is he that he can't see how miserable a condition the innocent people of Iraq are living thru. So contemptuous is he that he cannot hear the will of the rest od the world voiced thru the UN. So pathetic is he that he can't even realise how incredible his make-believe speeches on Iraqi weapons of mass destruction sound, when the UN inspectors unearth ample facts that prove the contrary.
The US and its little sycophant(UK) seem to subscribe to an aura of invincibility surrounding them. Alas, this can only be insidious!Can this mad-man be allowed to take the whole world for a ride? Is global so impotent that it cannot stop America from impending self-annihilation?
Let this be a clarion call to all and sundry so that future generations are spared from being embroiled in a mess of our making!

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