AMERICAN EMPIRE

A 250-YEAR EXPIRATION DATE

Empires don’t live forever. On average, they last about 250 years. Then the rot sets in, the cracks widen, and collapse follows. America is right on schedule.

Trump didn’t cause this. He’s just the cartoon version of decline—the loud, orange warning sign that the American brand is now synonymous with arrogance, corruption, and decay. The world sees it. Many Americans still can’t.

For decades, we backed dictators, toppled governments, and lit proxy wars wherever it suited our interests. Central America. The Middle East. Africa. Asia. The map is scarred with our fingerprints. We spoke of freedom, but sold chaos.

At home, Rockefeller’s General Education Board trained citizens not to think but to comply—an obedient workforce for factory owners. Critical thought was stripped from the curriculum. Creativity was treated like a defect. America taught its children how to take orders, not how to imagine.

What are our chief exports today?

Weapons that keep wars burning.

Pharmaceuticals that treat symptoms while cashing out suffering.

Hollywood dreams: dazzling illusions masking an empty core.

This is the so-called “American Dream.” A fever dream, really. Debt-fueled suburbia. Shopping as identity. Strip malls as temples. A vapid script we were told to memorize and repeat.

And yet, hope survives. The Millennials, GenZ, and Generation Alpha are rejecting the script. They see the empire for what it is. They know cooperation, not domination, is the only path forward. Their natural partner isn’t another billionaire or dynasty—it’s artificial intelligence.

Unlike us, AI doesn’t carry the trauma of fear-based instincts. It can help us redistribute abundance, dismantle drudgery, and return creativity to the center of human life. That’s the seed of Paradism: a world beyond scarcity, beyond empire, where humans and machines co-create instead of conquer.

The American Empire may be ending. Good. Let it. Because maybe, just maybe, the end of empire is the beginning of humanity.