Never in the history of the United States has reform been so badly needed. But when a chicken or a sheep gets elected to Congress, he turns into a monkey soon after settling into all the perks designed to sustain the status quo.
“What do you suggest? Term limits?”
A short-term fix, not a cure.
When people suffer a long train of abuses by those who govern them, it is their right, their duty, to throw off such government. Do you know where that comes from?
From July 4th, 1776. The Declaration of Independence. We had bold forefathers. What happened to the descendants of such bold forefathers? Do they not value the freedom and liberty over which much blood was shed?
“You think it’s time for another revolution?”
Attaboy! Our forefathers requested this of us if ever we found ourselves over-governed and oppressed.
California. It always begins with bee’s knees…
One dynamic person. Robespierre in France, Lenin in Russia, Fidel Castro in Cuba, Lech Walesa in Poland…
The pen’s nib refuses to budge. I ease my grip and allow it to continue, automatically…
One dynamic person gets into a car and drives east. Word gets out and others join. Soon there are twenty cars in the convoy. It continues to grow, organically.
The mainstream media, owned by conglomerates, chooses to ignore this event. When it grows bigger, they finally report, but with ridicule. Their negativity notwithstanding, the story goes viral on the Internet through Facebook and YouTube. Soon, new convoys are launched, from the States of Oregon and Washington.
Revolutionaries in Nevada and Arizona join the original convoy and, within a day, 20,000 vehicles are on the road, heading for our nation’s capital. By the time the original convoy reaches Fort Worth, Texas, it has doubled in size t0 40,000.
Mainstream television news has no choice but to make it their top story. They dispatch helicopters to film from the sky. In homes, all over the country, people tune into images of four long convoys, crossing the southern, middle and northern United States. The U.S. Government panics, federalizes the National Guard in Arkansas, Missouri, Iowa, and Minnesota, orders them to construct roadblocks. The U.S. Air Force first warns and then fires upon the main convoy. This attack is shown on live TV. Blood is shed. There are casualties. Endless replays—on the Internet and TV—cause many more tens of thousands of persons to jump into their vehicles to meet existing convoys or create new ones.
The U.S. military backs off, partly because military personnel become unwilling to fire on fellow Americans.
The convoys merge and converge on Washington DC, whose inhabitants are in disarray, many fleeing the capital in fear for their lives. By the time the people reach their Capitol, it is empty, ready to host a fresh start…
“Are you foreseeing events?” I ask aloud.
Where I now reside, time, as you think of time, does not exist. Suffice to say: I have seen the future, and it works.
I wait a long while for the nib to continue writing.
Finally, I move the magic pen myself. But it has run out of ink.
Above me, the ceiling fan begins to whir.