A Dream I Had….
Last night I had a dream… 20 years from now, the geographical region currently known as “America,” and indeed the entire world, will have undergone a breathtaking transformation. Like a fragile butterfly, who spreads her delicate painted wings only after being stuffed into a frumpy looking cocoon of racist oppression, my dream-self wandered in wonder and delight, crying in joy, screaming, “Yes we DID! Yes we DID!” This is what I saw…
A classless society, where all were one and nobody owned more than any other person…
There is no longer an “America” anymore…there is a World Government, whose spiritual and political head is Barrack Hussain Obama.
On every street in every major city of the world, roads and bridges are named after Him, schools are named after Him, children who are allowed to come to term are named after Him, gigantic flatscreen video displays (specially approved for government use) show the joy and change He has brought to the world, and all the many hardships He faced by the racist foes of change and hope.
Songs on the radio – FM radio, as AM is now illegal – play tributes to His name and His family line. Love songs immortalize the First Family’s visit to a Broadway show in New York… Barrack Obama is many things, but it is His patronage of the arts which remains one of His highest compliments to our Great Society…
As I rushed around the world, my dream-self kept looking for Barrack Hussain Obama. I searched government clothing stores for Him, government food centers, government re-education centers…. I frantically searched through the government newspapers for any appearances He would be making, but I could not find Him. I asked officials in every Facility Under Government (FUG), asking them where He was so that I could thank Him. Finally, a very sensitive and caring official directed me to a surprisingly short line in that same building, dedicated to people who have come to give thanks to Him. Really, they should have put the line near the front door somewhere, it took me forever to find it. Anyway, when it was my turn to give thanks, I found a video image of Barrack Obama, smiling in that nice way He smiles, waving at me. Under His handsome face was a touch-screen with 3 choices by which we could thank Him.
The first: “Thank you for freeing me from the misery of capitalism.”
The second: “Thank you for saving or creating climate stability, healthcare for the healthy, other things too.”
The third: “Thank you for expecting so much from me.”
When I pressed the third button, a speaker system played Barrack Obama’s reply for me alone:
“Dear human contributor…uh… let me be clear. On behalf of myself and Michelle….on behalf of my wonderful children who are now grown and doing their part to fix this mess we inherited from the last holdouts in the War for World Government, or WWG, as we refer to it…uh…I would like to thank, that is…we would like to thank you personally for contributing and doing your part to not cause…uh…disharmony and clutter. If you see anyone, your neighbors maybe, or your family…maybe your cousin Pookie…uh…engaging in a lot of chatter…well uh…your duty is clear. Report ‘em. Remember the lesson of the infamous Hillary Clinton…when you turn your back on society, and side with people who act stupidly, you will be taken down a peg. I encourage you…and anyone you know…uh…to side instead with the Chicanos…structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets. They share my dream, which was my father’s dream. And in their words, not mine….I humbly say to you….as one human contributor to another…Obama Akhbar.”
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Bows to Saudi princes and Japanese emperors and Tampa mayors but NOT to Catholic popes, while ignoring the Dalai Lama. I assume, then, he reveres only government figures. No wonder he hasn't chosen a District of Criminals church yet; he thinks he lives in one.
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Sounds about right.
You forgot to mention the gulags, where people who did not bend to His will would be sent.
Other than that, sounds pretty accurate to me.
Oh Praise Obama …
This was a nightmare! I hope it never comes true.
NOT.GOING.TO.HAPPEN.
Mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm!
Dream my frigging ass—nightmare!!! And “Obama Akhbar” the wakeup in a cold sweat moment. Depressing story. Glad I hadn’t eaten yet!
World government is on the way. Thank you, Comrade Obama.
Might have been good to mention the Obama youth burning history books, or the cameras that will be on every corner, trashcan, hooker, and random informant. Gotta maintain the balance of terror, you know!
Candle- terrific post! From my own little alcohol-and-flu-induced viewpoint, I can only say that it’s not too late to keep your dream from coming true…. Because if it does, what a nightmare it will be…
I’m a little creeped out, but yeah…this is more like Obama’s dream world.
Thanks that was just a nightmare.
It is only a nightmare if you wake up….
Dreadful images described in cheery words definitely cranks up the creepy factor. Now I hate BHO even more than before.