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I guess it never was The way I thought it was I say this only just because You never came to love I guess it wasn't so Guess that's how the story goes You didn't dig my flow You didn't dig my flow Maxwell, Welcome, Urban Hang Suite I heard it was true, though anonymous sources rightfully become suspect, that Central Americans increasingly feel that the U.S. is a long punishing and hostile wilderness journey on their way to more Promising Lands of Canada. I heard it is true, Americans, as a nearly whole, WayNorth and South and InBetween, enjoy better access to health and safety, especially for those without even a one-car garage, more wealth of nutritional freedoms and justices of equivalent creolization exchange, than they, at least some, often younger, would hope to find in these devolving DisUniting States, investing in mutual LoseLose Assured Destruction and disinvesting away from Mutual WinWin Health-Wealth Delivery Optimization. I heard it was true, that if all the U.S. homeless and hungry and not feeling quite so swell were to occupy and cooperatively take over all the U.S. owned and administered and share-holder molested operations in Mexico, to convert all those farms and fossil-fueled energetic businesses to cooperative ownership and health-wealth optimal governance, that Mexico would have an immigration solution, and the U.S. would have a lack-of-immigration problem. I heard it was true, though it seems unlikely, I know, that mid-eastern terrorists are second generation supremacist fundamentalists, and their militarized and terrified parents were first generation oil-revolution fundamentalists, believing Allah may have brought deserts and drought and internecine feeding upon each tribal other, but Allah has redeemed all with His gift of seemingly boundless, in that pre-millennial time, oil-drenched riches, fundamentally divine WinLose stuff of competitive survivalist human unnatural life verses the losing remainder of natural life. I heard it was true that if all those experienced with reversing desertification, all Earth's permaculture designers and ecotherapists and cooperative incarnation incubators and midwives, were to conjoin all the desperate young mid-eastern adults to reverse their pathological climate trends from producing deserts and drought, and mayhem, to reproducing plants and people producing and consuming fields of grass and grains and slow-flowing rivers, cedar forests and fertile food from healthier soils devoid of ballistic landmines, and planting solar panels and spiraling towers and wind turbines shading and capturing vast sun's radiant perfections, then nightmares of terror could become daydreams of planting and fulfilling multicultural harvests. I heard it was true, but whether yes or no I could not honestly say, that if U.S. residents were more mindful of what riches and potentials other nations and cultures already have to share, of how climate pathologies cry out for climate health, and if we disinvested from fear-mongered anxiety, verging on paranoia, about what other nations and cultures would deprive us of, for lack of their own potential riches, then this U.S. terrorist and immigration problem, and perhaps European issues of similar WinLose ilk, might become Earth's creolizing cooperative ownership, and Self-with-Other management, unmitigated resolution, producing more multiculturally optimal health-wealth solutions for all Earth's multi-polyculturing Tribes. "I guess it never was The way I thought it was I say this only just because You never came to love..."

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