Dreaming of the good-old days
Well, the sun is shining, the skies are blue, and all is well with the world. I am a happily-married man with a good job, which pays top wages with good health insurance and a bright future. My wife also has a very good position with a local real estate firm and the market is holding steady. My young son attends an excellent school, which not only teaches the core subjects, but offers both art and music classes. It is great to live in a country which offers so much in the way of employment, has a first class Congress, the largest and most-feared military on Earth, and has the most respected president in the whole world.
What more could we, as a united people, ask for than what is available today?
Then, then, I awoke in my small apartment, alone, and realized I had been dreaming of the Reagan years, before the two Bushes started wars, Clinton gave our jobs away, and Obama began taking our freedom of choice away. I just hope when I get to the kitchen that I am not out of coffee and that my milk hasn’t soured. All I can do at this point is support the Tea Party and the Common Sense movements.
“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or, one day we will live our sunset years telling our children and our children’s children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.” – Ronald Reagan. “I am a member of my nation’s chosen soldiers. God grant that I may not be found wanting, that I will not fail this sacred trust.” – U.S. Army Special Forces creed
Steven A. Bryant