Walking through dreamland

[DancingBear]

I walked through dreamland last night.

Dreamland is a very nice place. In it, people get elected to public office based on how good they are, and not how bad they aren’t. These people would never think of voting for death or dismemberment or (help me out here – never mind – got it!) torture. It’s kind of in their genetic make-up that this stuff is really pretty bad, so they usually avoid it.

Today, however, I am here. Back to a political world where the game is all that matters, where torture votes carry the same weight as any other vote. Let’s see, he voted for torture, but against relaxed air pollution standards AND against a bad judge. That’s 2 to 1 – he gets re-elected! Could I have another margarita, please?

I wanted to ask Jim what he thought of such a scorecard, but he was, as they say, “unavoidably detained.” In a jail cell. Without cause. With no attorney. Surprisingly, his wife was at that point not real concerned about the air she were screaming into, and wondered why her “elected representative” allowed such a thing. I had to give her the straight dope on this one – it was 2 to 1. Fair and square. Get over it, wifey. Besides, I said, I was told by someone from the official TrueBlue Enemy Combatant Task Force that it would have been much worse if the other side had won.

"So you got that going for you".

In dreamland the other political side is known as the opposition, and they have an actual set of goals and ideas and beliefs that drive them. These beliefs are not shaken by fear or polling data or That Time Of The Year, and they have this pretty neat habit of standing up for themselves when attacked. I liked that a lot, and I was hoping that when I came back I could bring it along.

I wanted to ask Sue what she thought of this phenomena, but she was busy watching the main stage. On stage were two men, both wearing suits that had the words “brought to you by” in big letters on the front, with a whole list of corporate sponsors underneath. One person had green eyes, the other blue, and people who called themselves “Democrats” were patting Mr. Blue Eyes on the back. Other people called “Republicans” were punching Mr. Blue Eyes in the stomach and making him yes “I agree with you” a lot, and a small man with thick glasses was filling both suits with large denomination bills. However, Mr. Blue Eyes was much better looking then Mr. Green Eyes, so the “Democrats” forgave him for everything, since the dance was this Saturday and who wants to show up with an ugly guy?

In dreamland, politicians are held to a very simple standard, that being to represent their constituencies and to (this is an easy one) uphold the Constitution. Now, THAT I like! Heck, everybody’s gonna sign on for that one, right?

I tried to ask Mr. Blue Eyes what he thought of this, but when I did he laughed at me and called me sucker. He then got on to some type of vehicle that I think he called the Gravy Train and went out to a strip joint. On my dime.

I tried to tell the “Democrats” this, but they just kept yelling “2 to 1” at me over and over, and then paid to gas up the train.

I like dreamland much better, and I could have sworn it was real at one time.

Nah, couldn’t be.

Could it?

[DancingBear]

1. KIck

:kick:

[MuseRider]

2. I will kick this too.

Can I share your dream? I like dreamland better too, it reminds me of the good old days.