Publisher's Synopsis
The air was still over a once-proud nation that had traded its birthright for a bowl of empty promises.
The final chapters of America's story in Apocalypse of the Illiterate Part I had been written in the ink of betrayal, fear, and willful ignorance. A nation that had begun as the last, best hope for freedom had fallen, not to an outside enemy, not to invasion, but to its own apathy, its own blindness, and the corruption of its own soul. As the dust settled over cities where protests had once echoed in the streets, the silence was louder than any battle.
