My cousin's best friend, who spent a whole summer at his Aunt's in Washington D.C., once played a video game based in Russia, and he told me this how it all begins. One moment, your life is perfect. The dogs are chewing their bones, the people are still putting syrup and butter on their waffles, and Jesus' signature still remains right there on the Constitution, in between Patrick Henry and Thomas Jefferson.
The next, you wake up and it's Monday, March 23rd and the whole nation has succumbed to the will of a tyrant's agenda. My cousin's friend told me that, if this is the same turn of events as his game, that soon the mindset will be one of communal wealth, and that only a British spy will able to thwart the plans.
But I digress. Today the sun shined a bit less bright. I ran down to the post office to send out my many letters against this socialist outbreak. Hopefully my representatives will have had enough time to recover from their late night, drinking their defeat away at the Blue Oyster. I'm told they go there so they can "be themselves," and they only bring their pages to keep them out of trouble, and of course for a good tuck-in.
Anyway, my anger must be put off. I have to run down to my son's school, because he hit the teacher again. Apparently he skinned his knee and when the teacher went to put Neosporin on it, she refused to use the whole tube according to my son's wishes. When he asked why (he's not afraid to ask the tough questions) she said she had to save some in case the other kids need it too.
Can you believe that? She was rationing Neosporin to my son! The downfall of liberty has already taken its hold!
