This is not mine but i find it prescient
"I remember my grandfather used to tell this story, just for a laugh it seemed, but now I don't know. Anyway, this fellow was out for a Sunday drive and he stopped in at an auction. He was always looking for old railroad gear. It turned out they didn't have any, but there was an old wheelbarrow that caught his eye. He asked about it. Belonged to Jefferson Davis he was told. The Jefferson Davis. That's right the salesman assured him. It's in awfully fine condition the fellow said. Well the salesman hems and haws and all the hemming and hawing must have improved his memory because he comes up with the fact that the handle finally broke and what could he do but replace it. And now he seems to recollect, the country gentleman who owned it before him replaced the wheel and so on. Turns out they went and called the thing Jefferson Davis' wheelbarrow even though it no longer had a damn bit in common with the original. And come to think of it, they're pulling the same shenanigans when they call this country America even though they've gone and substituted all the institutions that made it so. They may call it America, but it's America in name only."
Folks this aint my Grandpa's America