Yesterday, after watching endless reports on Obama's futile attempt at levity in front of his streaked mirror, I had nightmares.
As our world burns, he "fiddles". Last night, I dreamed of our dynamic, self-centered leader, adorned in early Roman attire, with the gold olive leaves as his crown. He was playing the violin and dancing about, singing, "The World is my Stage". In my dream, I saw him shooting imaginary basketballs in the Oval office, and the balls were made from American 100 Dollar Bills. No sign of his Golf Clubs.
Talk about a nightmare; Sharpton and Jackson were dressed in white too, both calling for the enslavement of white businessmen, and the firing of all white police officers. The head of the IRS was trying to arrest Bill Gates and Billy Graham for tax evasion. Just before going into a cold sweat and nausea, Michelle appears, being crowned Miss Universe....I woke up screaming!!!!! I could do a descriptive sketch of him with fiddle, robe and fig leaf crown....with a picture of the Capitol in the background, aflame.
Ahhhhhh, sweet justice.
Taylor
