Take a moment and think about something with me.

Can you remember a time that you had done something - something you'd done countless times before - so ridiculously wrong that, when another person had to point out your error, it embarrassed the ever-living out of you? Maybe it was something trivial. Maybe you pulled up to the gas pump on the wrong side, and a person who had never driven your car told you that you needed to turn around. Maybe you wore your shirt inside out to school, and your friends called you out on it. Maybe, maybe, just maybe, you've messed up before.

Because we've all been there. We've all royally screwed up before. We've all messed up the small things, or the huge things.

Now imagine that on a municipal scale. Imagine that on a countywide scale, or a statewide scale. It's embarrassing to have your state called out for failing at the most basic things.

But, do you know what would be even worse than that? Imagine AMERICA screwing up. Imagine our entire, sovereign, holier-than-thou country stepping in a huge, steaming pile of horse feces. Imagine the sneers of the Russian; the scoffing of the British; the wild laughter of the Chinese; the belly-aching, spleen-splitting uproar of joy from those 'lowly' Central Americans.

Pitiful, right? Laughable, really... The thought that we could have such a misstep.

Too bad we seem to be doing exactly that on a weekly basis.

Every day, we all fall on our collective, smirking red,white, and blue face and eat dirt. Every day, we let ourselves succumb to racism, violence, sexism, jingoism, idiocy, ludicrousness, social terrorism.

We The People have dissolved our states and our union. We The People have lost our grip on what America is supposed to be all about, and the world is seeing it. The world knows all too well that we are scoffing at some of the most talented and knowledgeable politicians and leaders in decades while we lend our allegiances to loud mouths and snide promises appealing to the hatred in our hearts.

Wake up, America. Our home is burning down, and we're feeding the fire with our bedsheets.