Uncle Sam hasn't visited Main street in a long, long, long time. Kind of like playing, Where's Waldo and later finding out, Sam wasn't there at all. It was all a big facade.
Since you haven't been around, Sam, I thought I would bring you up to date about those of us stuck on Main street.
Of course, since you ain't around anymore, you best sit down. The news is really bad and although you probably won't faint or anything, sit down anyway, because we got some catching up to do.
Since you wandered away from us and made new friends, poverty among your children is growing as fast as your new friend's bank account balances. That seems really wrong, Sam. It is sad to know you no longer have the vision you once did.
Once, you put coins in our pockets that were symbolic of Liberty. I never agreed with your friends, that those politicians they bought, should be on our coinage. Our wealth had Lady Liberty all over it and the thoughts of freedom, liberty and pursuit of happiness, sat comfy in our pockets. Coins bought something substantial back then. Remember, Sam?
We haven't seen you in the suit we forged for you, since like, forever. Not as snazzy as those $10K custom made, Armani-style suits, we guess, but we wove our love for you in every thread. We sure miss sitting on your knee, as you told us about how We the People were important to you then, and you helped us help each other. Hasn't been that way since you left us for your new friends, Sam.
We really hate to tell you Uncle, but your new friends? Most of them are nothing more than crooks, scoundrels, brigands and grifters. They lie to you, Sam. Are the blings and lies of your new friends as strong as the resolve our blood and guts gave you? Are your new friends ways of greed and power, as strong as your children's labors were, to give you life? Have you forgotten, Sam? Why?
Sometimes, tough love is all that remains, Sam. You need to atone. Really.