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"Did you like that? USA? The Ulcered Sphincter of Asserica? I mean, honestly, what else can you say? There was a country that had everything, and now, twenty years later...is what? The world's biggest leper colony. Why?"
Now the Voice gained in confidence once again, became more emphatic, began to sound hectoring. Demagogic. And loud.
"Godlessness. Let me say that again. Godlessness. It wasn't the war they started. It wasn't the plague they created. It was...Judgment."
More applause, while Evey could only think about how perceptions changed. When she was a little girl, after all, the USA had been regarded as one of the most Christian countries in the world, with right-wing Christian Republicans governing the place for year after year, with American Protestant missionaries taking their unwanted Bibles to all the other parts of the happily unredeemed world; and then there'd been the war. After that, the only things anyone remembered about the old America were its militarism and its conspicuous consumption, and what had been the Promised Land became nothing more than Rome and Babylon. And now no one cared about the state of the American soul, not here in England anyway. Because now it was England that God smiled upon, and nowhere else at all.
By then Prothero was really beginning to get into his stride: "No one escapes their past. No one escapes Judgment. You think He is not up there? You think He is not watching over this country? How else can you explain it? He tested us, but we came through!"
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