American culture and politics is the rigged game. We find out too late: leaders we loved or hated were the same. Americans like to believe losers are to blame. We are. We lost a rigged game. The guy is gone who rigged the game; his grandchildren, on top; it will always be the same. No person or institution is to blame. They got away; they're free. And that's the game. She's cooking dinner. "Who won the game?" She doesn't understand. He needs someone to blame. He wants to explain it to her, but he cannot. Neither he, nor his wife, nor his children, understand the plot. Be thankful for everything we've got. A beast who would tear apart the world is tame. Genius already knows the result. On your death-bed you'll see it: even love was a rigged game.