True or not true -- who knows -- but according to Hollywood, Alexander the Great, played by the now deceased great actor Richard Burton, was asked by several of his generals gathered around him as he lay dying on a field-cot in a tent in Egypt: "Alexander, to whom do you leave your kingdom?"
They waited with abated breath, their eyes on Alexander's lips as he tried to muster the strenght to speak. Finally, in a whisper, he murmured: "To the strongest . . . ."
Millions of years before that murmur, before there were words, when man was still evolving as a hairy ape, "to the strongest" went the spoils, the caves, the hills, the valleys, the bush territory, the women; later, the cities, the countries, the treasure chests, the conquered as slaves, the women.
The "strongest" is like the Heavyweight Champ, and there are always contenders wanting to take his crown.
The United States of America is the strongest, the Heavyweight Champ, and the wanna-be contenders, jealous and envious of its dominance as number One, are always out there. Hitler and his Nazi boys tried us. Tojo's boys tried us with their sneaky, slimy attack on Pearl Harbor and their banzai charges. Mussolini and his fascist boys tried us.
Who's next to try his luck? You Iran? You North Korea?
"HURRY! HURRY! HURRY! Step right up, bubba, try your luck."
There're over 3oo hundred million of us here for whom this is the end of the line, got nobody to take us in, no where to go but here, until the Good Lord calls. Our backs are against the wall, we fight to the death.
So, step right up, bubba, if you wanna get to paradise quick, fast, and in a hurry.
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