In my mind was the terrifying vision of our country under a great pall. The plains, the hills, the valleys all swarming with dismal beings in drab clothing. They were called Middlings. To receive their monthly provisions and utilities, the Middlings were required to work long hours at jobs that were chosen for them. Most had to work beyond retirement to pay for use of the health care system. Those who grew old and frail were denied all but very basic care because they were no longer productive.
The coastlines and borders of our country were made up of shimmering crystal palaces inhabited by the affluent and beautiful Knowbs. The Knowbs were entitled to live luxuriously with fine cars, expensive clothing, gourmet food and private schools for their children. After all, directing the Middlings, collecting taxes and conducting fund raisers was quite extensive and exhausting. So they vacationed, crossing the land in fancy high-speed overhead railways, or flying to and from their private airports in their private jets...
But when the door closes, there will be sweet smelling candles, kittens and tea parties.
NOTA BENE
I am in awe, lifted out of the fear. My faith in America restored and polished to spun gold. The many gatherings full of heart and courage, seemingly spontaneous, were purposeful and dedicated. Much has been accomplished, without a shindy. But much remains.
Til next time.
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