Really, what is the inevitable global consequence of the audacity and austerity of isolationism? Did Britons equivocate and evaluate or like Americans duped by LBJ's Gulf of Tonkin, simply divide to be conquered?
Did The Great Wall of China limit worldly inroads or preserve ancient treasures?
Did Woodrow Wilson's Isolationism keep America out of war, or miss the point of the Monroe Doctrine from A for Alliances to Z for Zika?
Which still reigns supreme, Queen Victoria's, a relative on every European throne or John Donne's No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main?
What launches predictable predictors, if not rabbit foots in the business of emotional pendulums convincing others the future is but the past, in refrain?
Why, with clinched fists, are we so thrilled to be taken for another ride of swerving curves, dips and dodges driven by the international bulls and national bears controlling market profits?
Isn't seizing logic to ascertain why, a better investment, than faith in Too Big to Fail mysticism?
Shall we be controlled by boisterous roosters crowing, the sky is falling, or bank our 401Ks with higher authority?
Why give Wall Street roulette permission to spin our hearts and minds into the outer limits of sequestration?
Is it our life's ambition to be added to the call sheet of high-end prostitutes and drug dealers, servicing Wall and K Streets speed-dialers, for Right Wing Corporate puppet masters?
Isn't focusing on our individual core and global essence, worthy of moments of silence, to wonder?
Which came first, Middle Class bankruptcies or Bankster bonuses fleeing American taxes?
What exactly is the connecting tissue of our financial gain games?
Does our greatness as nation and people come from an alliance with the inconstant moon or the tie that binds?
The world is far less scary, misleading and doomsday oriented when we control our ability to brake, for knowledge creatively awakens when we trust our silence.