Gawd Bless Amurica

Gawd Bless Amurica


America’s growing old. Tired. Worn out. Hell. America’s dying.


America Augustus Mirth of Middlebury, Vermont and Key West, Florida that is. Cancer in his throat. Six months, tops. Has to tell the kids. And grandkids. Party’s over.


America’s Middle Class has grown long in the tooth. No longer up, up and away. Mostly a struggle now just to make ends meet. I mean look at poor Ed Rucker. Laid off, ticked off, and utterly disenfranchised. 


American Christian Spirituality gone the way of the condor and the West African Black Rhino. All but extinct save for the Holy Rollers crazy as loons. No better example out there of our dying spirituality than the Reverend Sanford Miles. Once a true believer, Sandy has lost his faith. He’s obsessed now with golf and debauching married women. Including the lonely Mrs. Eddie Rucker.


America Augustus Mirth, Ed Rucker, and Sandy Miles are on a collision course. Destiny is about to bring this trio of depleted American males together at the First Presbyterian Church of Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts.


What happens at that chapel and in the days to follow up at the Mirth family farm in Middlebury, Vermont will change the course of all three men’s lives and with it, potentially, the future of America the lost and lonely nation.


A perfect metaphor for contemporary America, Gawd Bless Amurica will amuse, reinvigorate, and inspire all who experience its magic.