I awoke in a cold sweat to the familiar surroundings of my bedroom. The chain that had restrained me was a sheet wound tightly around my body. It was a bad dream.I had seen an imposing figure in a long blue robe rise from the ocean, bearing a striking resemblance to Karl Marx. Neptune, the sea god, looked down on the subjects who were pleading with him to release our country from his grasp.
Among those poor souls groveling at his feet were George Bush, Harry Reid and Richard Lugar – the very men who gave Neptune the power to control us. Now, they were on the receiving end of the prongs of his trident bearing the U.N. logo.
It was morning and I realized this dream was about to become real. Continue reading “Lost at Sea”