Let’s continue our meditations on the 4th of July theme. After all, a nation’s 250th anniversary doesn’t happen all that often! Yesterday, I shared the view of America from the World Cup visitors. Inspiring, and the fruit of some of our founding principles.
I just read a clever piece by James Whitford, published by World Magazine on July 2. A devious redefining of happiness: What does the devil think of the American Dream at 250? It’s written in the style of Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis (strongly recommend!). This essay is written in Satan’s voice (Screwtape Letters are letters from a senior demon to a junior demon.). The Whitford essay isn’t long, and it’s worth the read in its entirety. Here are a few snippets, beginning with the opening:
Author’s Note: Below is a parody in the tradition of C.S. Lewis’ The Screwtape Letters, exploring what the devil might say on America’s 250th birthday.
I hate the American Dream. As the father of hate, there are many things I loathe, but few more than a person who rises from poverty to live a flourishing life.
There is nothing I apply myself to more than casting doubt over the notion of “hope for a better tomorrow.” Disgusting. The idea that impoverished people can embrace personal responsibility and hard work so that they can enjoy the fruits of their labors should be burned to the ground. Just as awful are those people who believe that it is com…pass…ion…ate (that word is so hard to say) to share that inspiration with others.
“…impoverished people can embrace personal responsibility and hard work so that they can enjoy the fruits of their labors…” That’s America. Ever heard of DuPont? The DuPont family immigrated from France on January 1, 1800. Drive a Tesla? Elon Musk immigrated from South Africa and worked/works VERY hard to build Teslas and rockets. Bill Gates was once a student, working through the night often to write software. Harland Sanders was born into poverty and worked at a number of jobs before becoming an “overnight success” with his chicken recipe.
Back to the Whitford essay. Remember, Satan is speaking:
I had to wait more than one hundred years for the definition of “happiness” to drift from its 18th-century meaning of “joy, blessedness, and prosperity” so I could replace its meaning with “momentary, superficial satisfaction.”
In my plan, whatever makes you feel good makes you happy. To diminish “happiness” and the American Dream, I’ve had to make sure that the man who coined the term “American Dream” was forgotten, along with his 1931 description of it as “not a dream of motor cars and high wages merely,” but a social order in which every person can attain “the fullest stature” of which he or she is capable.
My plan is all about motor cars, high wages, and nice homes. And if one doesn’t have them, he should be discontent until it drives him to demand them from the state, to be forever dependent and no less depressed.
If one doesn’t have what he wants NOW, he should demand them from the state. It’s disturbing that we’re starting to elect “Democratic Socialists” from the mayor of New York City to a Democratic candidate for the US House of Representatives right here in Colorado.
Whitford ends his essay on a note of hope (disconcerting to Satan!):
One of my greatest achievements is a system that redistributes more “happiness” every year into the poorest American households, driving up joblessness, dependency, despair, and purposelessness. Because freedom is now based on wants, people will never have enough, and they’ll never be free.
Still, some people have never let go of Freedom to the extent I’ve wanted. I’ve noticed a resurgence of caring neighbors and little (despicable) points of light working against me to inspire people toward freedom, impelling them to be producers and creators … like their Maker.
One night outside a homeless mission, a man asked to work for his shelter proclaimed, “I’ve never had to work for my bed and meals. You guys take the shame out of the game.” Another man said, “Yeah, it’s like we get to keep our dignity.” I almost vomited.
Food pantries are becoming food co-ops. Christmas giveaways are becoming Christmas markets. Handout models are being replaced with earn-it models. It’s all very disconcerting.
I’ll need to work double-time to hold back this growing movement of effective com-pass-ion (ugh) before people rediscover the truth that freedom is not the product of prosperity, but prosperity the product of freedom. Oh, how I hate the American Dream. – Satan, as imagined by James Whitford, July 2, 2026.
Jesus said it:
The thief comes to steal, kill, and destroy. (John 10.10)








