I cannot believe my eyes and ears tonight. I feel like I am watching a movie and any moment Superman will reverse the rotation of the Earth and undo these almost unimaginably horrid events.
My father and Grandfather (separate sides) both fought in World War II. When they came home to the States, they thought The War was over. Our country soon found out that was not true.
Soon started the "Cold War". Generations lived under the threat of a Nuclear Holocaust, which was only helped along by the inexperienced JFK who, running contrary to popular lore, did more to cause the Cuban Missile Crisis in the first place by his inexperience (hint - sound familiar?) than he could possibly make up for by alleviating it.
Finally when I was still in high school the threat of communism seemed once and for all ended, as the wall came down, McDonald's opened in Russia and I clipped an article entitled "Hammer and Pickle" showing a picture of two soviets munching on Big Macs.
We thought it was over. Ronald Reagan has won the cold war for us.
My friends, it was NOT OVER.
We see now that communism and socialism didn't die with the USSR. They only went dormant, like some horrible bacteria hiding in our collective bone marrow. Now, as my young children prepare for a future in this once great country, they have re-emerged more dangerous and deadly to free will and open free markets than ever before.
I know not what tomorrow brings, but I fear it's either bloody revolution or unbearable oppression - forced to live a life as "life partners", driving in a Smart Car with our unsalted celery to eat on the way to our six hour wait to see state funded doctors who are busy murdering babies, careful not to let anyone see the lone plastic bottle we've hid from the environmental police on their latest patrol of our recycling cans.
The scary part is that paragraph should be almost comically paranoid but as of this writing I don't feel at all like it is.
The Who said it best. "And the men who spurred us on now sit in judgment of all wrong, while they decide the shotgun sings their song"
I go to bed tonight expecting to find the world a lot scarier and smaller in the morning. I only hope our baloon can make it across the alps. And hopefully we can fit in some singing.
I'm coming Julie. Wait up for me.
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