When the white propertied males wrote the constitution that gave birth to a mostly rural nation of people on horseback they also wrote that nation’s obituary. The same thing happens when we give birth to a child – we also, and unavoidably, pronounce our offspring’s death sentence.
In the case of the constitution of the U.S.A.. compromise and expediency all but guaranteed that the nation’s life would be short. The amazing thing to me is that the nation survived as long as it did. Had the founders made it easier to change the constitution the nation might have lived a little longer, but not by much. The country became too big, its people largely too ignorant, too careless, too smugly self-satisfied and, in many cases, too greedy. Few wanted to participate in their nation’s governance, preferring to leave it to someone else.
That someone else took advantage of the inadequacies of the constitution to destroy the country. What you see, and what still calls itself the U.S.A., is not the country envisioned by the founders nor is it the country that its citizens had for a time. That country is long dead. It’s too late, there’s no chance of reviving the dead. A decent person has but two choices: either to get out or to stay and engage in the all but hopeless attempt to stop the murderous excesses, to wrest control from the rich.