Democracy in America: A Charming Children’s Story
(Originally published Sunday, May 17, 2015 at www.perrinlovett.me).
I wrote this one a while back. M.B. always liked it and he’s been hounding me to repost it here. So, here goes. I reread and, in addition to still seeming funny, it’s still relevant. A few minor changes have been made to the body; at the end, you will find a short “update” commentary. Enjoy.
Last week I mentioned that an election was coming. I also presented my own favorite candidate – Frank the Frog. Frank will not win and the election is in vain. Vote if you care. I don’t.
The Illustrious Barry Hussein El Islam Muhammad Obama the Magnificent has finished the job begun by his predecessors – the country is in ruins. For his replacement, the Democrats have dug to the very bottom of the bag of wrinkled has-beens, to one Hillary Clinton, the wife of “good times” Bill, the Slickster.
The Republicans have other, similar ideas. They would foist upon the people yet a third member of the Bush clan. Obviously, the people are okay with two families maintaining a grip on national power for two or three or five decades. Their business. Is there some national obsession with rats and roaches of which I am not completely aware?
In Iowa, the Republicans “think they must soften their image and expand their appeal in particular to women and Latino voters.” I assume women and Latinos enjoy constant war, perpetual debt and crushing loads of government buffoonery. Again, their business.
No one learns. Ten thousand years of history demonstrate unequivocally that government does not work. Yet and still… Democrats love it. Republicans love it. The people hoot and holler for it like chimps in a cage.
Such fairy tales are humorous but foolish when taken seriously. If the Democrats false egalitarianism had been real thirty years ago things might be better today. If flag-worshipping Republicans actually had sought freedom, things might be better. In reality, their lies and deceit have done us in.
Following his in-depth observations of early nineteenth-century America, Frenchman Alexis de Tocqueville, wrote Democracy in America, 1835. The book is a masterful account of the political and demographic expanse of early America.
De Tocqueville wrote of the three races in the new world at that time: whites, blacks, and indians. He proposed that whites and blacks would have to get along together in a future in which they formed the vast majority of the populace. The fate of the native people seemed doubtful to Tocqueville. Sensing there would be unnecessary, faction-based strife among the people for years to come, he refrained from any ultimate prediction in favor of a “time will tell” conclusion.
Time has told. Following the two major parties, the people have chosen a sort of mass suicide followed by uncertain government-managed life support. Currently, while the bloated carcass of the American public drools on the gurney, the plug is being pulled.
This all leads me to a charming little tale, told in the far distant future.
In the cold winter of 3187, in the nation of Utopia, two young children dined with their dear old grandfather. Following the meal, the children enjoyed a brief holographic conversation with their parents. Mom and Dad were enjoying a well-deserved vacation on Mars.
As the evening deepened outside Grandpa built a cozy fire on the hearth.
“Come and tell me about your school day,” he eagerly beckoned. Little Timmy and Suzy recounted with wonder the day’s history lesson. “Teacher read to us from an old book by Alex Me Folkville!,” volunteered Timmy. “It was all about the ancient Americans,” exclaimed Suzy.
Timmy inquired of the smiling old man, “Have you ever heard of the Americans?”
“Yes, they were once a great people,” said Grandpa with a sigh.
“What happened to them,” asked Suzy, snuggling under Grandpa’s flannel-clad arm.
(A future history unfolds. Image: Google.)
“Well, if you really want to know, I can tell you of the Americans and their strange fate,” Grandpa began.