by Ray Newman, radio and television commentator, attorney, educator, author

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

DISCONNECT

I was on my way out of the house the other morning, heading for a casual walk in the park, and there was a long line of people there, quibbling and agitating and maneuvering to get to the front of the line.

"I'm hungry," said the first guy, "I'll take a look in your frig to see what I can eat."

"My three kids want to go to college," said the second in line.  "Make the check out to cash."

"Not workin'.  I can sell that painting over there.  It should bring in enough for a month or so."

"I and the wife and the seven kids should have health insurance, shouldn't they?  I'll put it on your tab."

"The roads in my country need a lot of work.  We only need $7 billion."

"We  have no place to stay.  We can bed down over there by the tree."

"The company I was working for isn't doing well.  $175 a month should help them.  Cash only."

A sudden surge of the ever lengthening line of screaming people flooded into my home, taking, grabbing anything and everything I had worked so hard for.   Someone pulled my sweater off.  The surge threw me down and the mob trampled over me, knocking me out.

When I awoke, I thought it had been only a dream, a nightmare.

It hadn't been.  It was real.  2013 America.

I could hear the mob chanting:

WHAT DO WE WANT?
WE WANT IT ALL

WHEN DO WE WANT IT?
WE WANT IT NOW

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