In the mid-80′s I was part of a project which delivered grain aid to starving subsistence farmers in western Darfur Sudan. We were headquartered at Nayala. The bags of sorghum were marked US AID from the American people and were signed Ronald Reagan. The villagers would chant Reagan, Reagan, Reagan as the cargo sling/bag gently slid the bags onto the ground. That one project convinced me that the US of A was the saviour of the world. No one else, not the Russians, French, Chinese, British, Brazilians, Indians or anyone else would haul grain across the globe in boats, trains, trucks, airplanes, and helicopter deliver it to villages at the end of beyond without asking a quid pro quo of that village.

This BS of nealing before the world as a tortured soul and exploiter of the poor is a figment of the mind amoung folks that over dose on white wine and bre cheese. Pseudo intellects at best, naive about the workings of the world for sure. We are that shining city on the hill; WE are the ones that have to build fences to keep the world OUT.