Bad dream a glimpse of today’s division

As I sat in my bunker consuming tea and listening to Rush, I realized I had changed. I had become a strict constitutionalist and limited-government proponent. I believed in freedom of religion, as long as the religion was Christian and closely resembled mine. I believed all men were created equal, but government needed to tell women what went in and came out of their bodies. I felt limited government should tell citizens who they should love and marry.

I needed guns, lots of guns. Big guns, so I could save myself from my government. I had amnesia, completely forgetting that unbridled corporate greed, risk-taking, and a war-mongering president got us where we are. I wanted more of the same.

I believed in freedom of speech, but wire-tapping our citizens was a good idea. Torture seemed completely logical. I was afraid of Mexicans, Muslims, blacks, communists, Islam, liberals, terrorists, gays, socialists, alternative energy and the Canadian health-care system. I wanted to be ripped off by big oil and the American health-care system. It was the American way Ė always had been.

I believed that someday I would be a millionaire, so they should pay less taxes just in case. More credit was the answer to everything, not responsible financial plans. Our children could take care of themselves.

It was important that everyone was just like me, and government should make sure of it. We needed to dump more money into the military so we could continue to kick the crap out of small, insignificant countries, then own them. I felt that all nations should resemble ours, even if they didnít want to. I was sure our way of life was best for everyone and we should force it on those who disagreed. Kill them all if we had to, but, by God, they would be democracies, capitalists and Christians. I didnít care what the cost, or even if we could afford it. The whole world needed to be like me.

I awoke in a cold sweat, afraid and depressed. I went back to bed.

Ken Van Zee