As I began work on my time machine, the United States of America began to wobble, just a bit. The day I finished was the day it descended into anarchy.
I knew I had to do something, but the problem was that the chaos of America’s downfall had far too many causes, plus America did too much good prior.
So I went a fair way back, and managed to convince Mr. Washington to become King George the First.
I had assumed, on my return trip, The Kingdom of America would be more stable.
The American Empire was stable, I suppose…