Wednesday, November 27, 2013

How Do I Get Back to MY Universe?

                                                                                   Faces come out of the rain
                                                                                   When you're strange                         

                                                                                   No one remembers your name
                                                                                   When you're strange
                                                                                   When you're strange.

      The Doors

If you've been feeling strange lately you're not alone. There are days when there’s so much wrong, it’s hard to pick something to worry about. Things don’t compute, too  bizarre by standards that are supposed to make sense.  TV doesn’t help; the scariest thrillers are boring than reality.

Ever wonder whether you wandered into a parallel dystopian universe, a caricature of the one you once thought you lived in? If we click our heels together three times ( and hold hands) do we get the bill of rights back. I’ll settle for one. The first would be nice, no political correctness, religious freedom for non-muslims, a press that reports the news... dream on huh.

If you ever feel the need to get more upset about what’s going on with this country do thus:  go to internet archives, to this day, a year ago. You will be amazed to see how blithely we accept what would have been unthinkable then.

Imagine  telling someone  a tear ago that you think the government is spying on you   “You actually think people are listening to your telephone calls? Hell you aren’t that important. Next thing you’ll be telling me that your cell phone is recording this conversation.” And who would have taken your complaints about Obamacare seriously “Look if you don’t like the idea of Obamacare, just keep what you have now. You do realize you sound a little bit paranoid when you talk about these death panels. Where do you think we are Nazi Germany?”

What we will accept matter of factly a year from now that at the moment is unthinkable.

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