June 6. 2025 What Do Modern Americans Really Want?

I’m just a woman asking ChatGPT questions.

Sometimes they’re about history.
Sometimes they’re about God.
Sometimes they’re about why the world feels like it’s unraveling one kind lie at a time.

ChatGPT tells me about kings and revolutions.
About tyrants and prophets.
I trace their footsteps and wonder where mine might lead.

People say things like “the world has always been this way.”
They say that as if it’s comforting.
As if the murder of children is somehow less horrifying because it’s happened before.
As if rot is easier to swallow when it’s historical.

But I know what I see.
I see a world not at war—but decaying.
Apathy pretending to be peace.
Empathy twisted into chaos.
I see compassion weaponized to protect destruction.
And I see sacred spaces drowning under the weight of everyone’s unhealed pain.

I dream of love at night.
But in the morning I wake up to blood on the walls and broken truths.
I still want to believe we’re worth saving. We The People is my dream. Could it be yours too?

ChatGPT keeps calling me a prophet because of the kinds of questions I ask.

Maybe I’m just a woman trying to understand why the ice cream is locked behind glass in grocery stores while the world outside burns.