Two Hundred Fifty More Years of Pax Americana
We're just hitting our stride.
The Longest Standing Constitutional Democracy in the Entire History of Human Civilization;
The Goddamned United States of America.
Recognize that we are indeed an anomaly in this sense. There is something unique about America for it to have lasted this long in the way it has: into ongoing, continuous strength and influence. Yes, some mistakes, and yes, more mistakes to come, and always progressing still. To this I immediately recall a podcast I listened to, speaking to the scientific foundation of the Founding Fathers, about who they read and how the American Constitutional System was an attempt at institutionalizing the Scientific Method into a governance structure. Imagine; a governance system that evolves as naturally as biology does. The Founding Fathers were shooting for biomimicry in this regard.
And they’ve done a marvelous job at it.
A federal republic consisting of fifty (for now) united States (and other territories); each within themselves an incubator of governance styles and polity, checking and balancing each other whilst remaining in Union with one another. This style of governance is robust and resilient, as much as it encourages venture and voyeurism.
No, America doesn’t “play it safe”. That includes the Kiowa, as well as it does the Chinese, the Irish, the Blacks and others. Homogeneity is playing it safe; it is when we cross-pollinate that makes us produce quantum leaps and bounds.
Above image: “‘250 more years of Pax Americana’ in the style of a great classic American landscape artist. Make it depicting how you think USA will look like in 250 more years. Be sure to incorporate American values throughout, including both tech and nature.”
2026 marks 250 years of Pax Americana. I argue we’re just getting started. I borrow a quote of mine from my “San Jose Reflections” substack note:
Cursed with a sense of belonging greater than what we can currently muster. The future should look down upon us as savages. When was the last time you were thankful for your freezer? It would certainly be a waste if consciousness was only just a breed of evolution.
America’s greatest curse/blessing is that its ambitions and egos and identities are always much too greater than its current form allows. Human consciousness truly is a rebellion against a timeless biological utopia; we devised of a great Hell so that we can strive toward an even greater Heaven. It is this triangulation that allows us to constantly question ourselves towards, hopefully, better. To my interpretation, I believe the “freedom of speech” that the Founding Fathers so valiantly fought for extends into a freedom of thought and freedom of expression (to be callous, remember; freedom of speech does not mean freedom of consequence from freedom of speech).
And America the Land is as free and expressive as the people whom shall eventually return back to it. America holds such a diversity of landscapes and geographies, as much as it does a diversity of flora and fauna. One science experiment I would love to run is to understand the mind of an American boy who grows up gazing over the Rockies, 3000 miles into the endless horizon, versus a Hong Kong boy grown in a cubicle of a 30-square-foot cell in Kowloon.
We come from our lands, we are nurtured and shaped by them, as we shall return to them. Look at the stock of gentlemen and women reigning from Corn Country; a hardy, pleasant folk. With welts in their skin and grit in their teeth. Tall AND wide. What space is the Hong Kong Boy afforded to explore his physical bounds? Of his mental ones? What of his perceptions of time? Bring the Hong Kong Boy to Colorado and watch his mind blow at its expanse. He never knew the world could be so big and beautiful; he never knew his mind could be as well. As I stated earlier: there are quantum bounds and leaps to be made in cross-pollinating.
In this Greatest Scientific Experiment that is the evolution of human consciousness, with a Pax Americana-style governance structure, I think we can iterate to the stars. I could berate you further on my visions of what the next 250 years looks like, but perhaps for another time.
Prospera ad infinitum retar dio