Remember that time you ate that spicy soup just before you went to bed on the night before the big dance? Oh, that weird dream you had about the 2016 presidential election. When you woke up you couldn't quite remember the gory details, but after reading "On Self-Reliance" and "A Sound of Thunder" it's all coming back to you now.
The dream started badly. You were in line with your family at an airplane waiting to be sent to Florida. Everywhere you looked there were posters of president-elect Gompers, looking like a crazy goat who could eat a whole shoe.
Suddenly, there was Ralph Waldo Emerson telling you, "The relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure, that it is profane to seek to interpose helps." You realized that you have something to contribute to the world so you decided to protect. But it wasn't easy. First you had to put on a fancy suit and tie and then you had make atime machine to go back in time to the debate so you could convince people to learn about the candidates and the environmental issues no one seems to care about.
But right there in the hotel there was a giant arguement and it started offendinging everyone. People started to fist fight. You grabbed a microphone from a nearby podium and yelled [something important you have to say]. Everyone stopped and listened, so you kept going.
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