Shattered dreams of New Canaan

Shattered dreams of New Canaan no longer land of the free home of the brave, original rightful occupants hoodwinked, petrified, where diseases xeroxed ambushed, crushed, extinguished, squashed, trashed, wampashed, the entire kit and kaboodle zapped violent unwelcome intruders celebrated acquisition or outright annexation of lands inhabited by indigenous peoples showcasing courtesy outright theft torturing, liquidating, flourishing braggadocio nattering nabobs of nativity pièce de résistance mere pennies on the dollar one group of marauders after another ravaged "Turtle Island" - a name used by some Indigenous peoples traditionally used by Iroquois, and also the name of a creation myth shared by many Indigenous peoples to refer to the continent in North and Central America the latter also known as "Mesoamerica," which refers to the geographical region encompassing both Mexico and Central America, particularly when discussing historical contexts like ancient civilizations. Dark shadows pronounced the outer limits of twilight zone framing surreal night gallery witnessed within my mind's eye obliteration far as these organs of vision can see after distinct voice of Aloe Blacc, whose singing did wake me up to the webbed wicked world (from what I methought a vivid dream), whereby one naked ape buzzfeeding, droning, hashtagging as stone temple pilot roared overhead ogled barenaked ladies  reality proved me wrong while my body electric shuttered drenched in a cold sweat. Within close proximity, I heard braying donkeys trampled by herd of elephants indicative of human political zoo yours truly also observed improvisational theatrical performance characterized in fits and starts of "La Cage aux Folles" imitating lioness on four paws amidst the farcical tableau, when Doctor Seuss made cameo appearance punctuated with Horton Hears A Who twas analogous to an Orwellian animal farm tragicomic dystopian distorted reality come true My Chemical Romance performing welcome to the black parade soundlessly mouthing words while the madding crowd stood in queue when much to my surprise, I espied my only nephew grown into strapping specimen of the human league, I hardly knew living social in Brooklyn Hebrew profile in courage exuding breakfast of champions fit as a fiddle aura, charisma, dogma karma alcohol and drugs he did eschew adopting altruistic, holistic, idealistic, et cetera lifestyle bespoke breakthrough riding a bicycle without any handlebars forlorn, I ambled amidst the ruins, where democracy obliterated courtesy the kamikaze course of Project 2025, his pet project gratis forty seventh president videre licet United States of Trump.