Once upon a time, there were two nations. The one nation was astonishingly wealthy. Her cities were clean and prosperous. The crime rate was so low it was almost non-existent. In the countryside, family and corporate farms flourished. The population grew steadily, but by her own children. Abortion was non-existent, not by law, but by desire for children. Families were, for the most part, two-parent families.
On the farms, livestock was healthy and plentiful. Fields of grain were so productive, they had plenty to export to hungry nations. The crops were free of blight and disease. The people healthy and strong. Their store houses and silos were full of food. It seemed that everything these people put their hand to worked.
Militarily, the forces were not large, but astonishingly effective. Rogue nations feared them and, after some embarrassing defeats, decided they were best left alone.
Other nations realized that there was something special about this country. They were prosperous beyond most nations’ wildest dreams. It rained when it was supposed to. They weren’t vexed by flood or drought. And they were a generous people sending astonishing amounts of aid to other countries. They led the free world.
But then, there was another nation…