The Dream

Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart.  Who looks outside, dreams.  Who looks inside, awakes.  

… Carl Jung

Last night I had a dream.  I was sitting in the Big Top of a huge and very populated circus.  I have never been a fan of the circus, detesting as I do the way the animals are treated.  Fortunately, in my dream circus there were no elephants, tigers, lions or other beautiful creatures being exploited.  Only human animals occupied the center ring. 

When the performers starting parading past I was surprised to see that they were all members of the Republican Party’s 2016 Presidential pack. Almost all of the candidates – Cruz, Walker, Rubio, Paul, Huckabee, Kasich, Jindal, Christie, Santorum and Graham appeared dressed as clowns wearing various painted facial facsimiles of Reagan, Bush I, Cheney, North and other Rightwing heroes.  Next I saw Fiorina, trying to swagger like her fellow performers and wearing a beard.  She was followed by Jeb Bush, costumed as a tight rope walker – no doubt to tread above the abyss of his brother’s foreign policy, not to mention the one he is opening with every stupid remark he will have to distance himself from in the general election.  Carson followed as the juggler.  He was fighting to keep the balls marked physician, researcher, Christian, pro–life, proud African American, Obama hater, non politician, Rightwing politician and humanitarian in mid air.  Finally and most popular was Donald Trump, concessionaire supreme, peddling pink cotton candy full of sugar and air. 

A man sitting directly in front me turned and said, “It isn’t any different in England, you know. Politicians are the same everywhere.”  The gentleman was Edward Woodward.  For those of you who don’t know of Mr. Woodward, he was the beautifully turned out, impeccably well spoken star of one of the few American television programs that I have ever been able to stomach – The Equalizer.