 know it's time to call it off and give it away, Uncle Sam. Marching into other countries like you did with Iraq and Sudan, plotting overthrows, masterminding coups, bumping off national leaders, putting someone else in their shoes. You say you're the world's policeman, but you just cause pain and fright, interfering in other countries as if it's your natural birthright, but what good does it do for you, or anyone else for that matter? Causing so much mayhem and slaughter, making innocent people scatter. With your high-minded approach that everyone must come for the right, because you're bringing them democracy, and God is on your side. What? Trampling over local ground, destroying historic ways of life, from pinging on their worshipping, separating husband, child, and wife, and then when the damage is done. At the end of this ridiculous affair, you pack your bags with all the loot, claim victory, and then walk away. Well it's still an unholy mess in Iraq. You haven't yet another go at a run. You haven't learnt one thing at all from the disaster that was Vietnam. In 1945 you claimed to be an expert in the art of war, but even the battle for Korea ended in a one-all draw. From Granada to Laos, Guatemala to Cuba, Indonesia to the Congo, from Haiti to Honduras, Liberia, Sudan, Ecuador, Brazil, the Balkans, and Libya, the Philippines, Ghana, Lebanon, Nicaragua, Chile, Bolivia, the Dominican Republic, Somalia, El Salvador, Angola, Oman, Syria, Panama, and seven years bombing Cambodia. The world shakes its head, staring at Afghanistan, 20 years of dim-witted madness, strafing and already barren land. This is how it always ends. The corrupt government imploding, the army you trained collapsing, because you, an arresting mate of your opponent. So give it a break in United States, learn a lesson after all these years, give it away, trying to rule the world just ends in death and misery and tears. Show them some compassion, redistribute the nation's wealth, forget about plundering other countries by bombing and by stealth. The world is just so tired of you as a cross at you maliciously roam. There's a lot of truth in the old saying that pleads, Yankee, go home.