Political Dreams

I had a wacky dream the other night and maybe I will tell you about it now. It was a nightmarish dream, very similar to your typical horror film. It involved the normal set up: stupid teenagers hear of a satanic ritual and during a drunken party decide to have some fun by recreating the ritual. Of course, things go horribly wrong when things go exactly as they were supposed to. And then whole generations get eaten . . . blah, blah, blah. My dream started exactly the same and the "monster" that they were invoking actually appears in the locked closet where they had set the innocent voodoo doll. As the dumb, inebriated teenagers continue to chant away, our hot-bodied heroine trying desperately to stop them to no avail, the "monster" is increasingly powerful and eventually breaks out his closeted confines. An evil-eyed, drab-suited, crusty old Republican (who kind of looks like Karl Rove) steps ominously out! Instantly all the teenagers are converted into zombie-like republicans themselves, except our pretty, young heroine who adverts her eyes. The newly converted republican zombies would then go out into the world to throw more parties where they would "innocently" eat the brains of the next generation of teenagers. When our gorgeous heroine attempts to fight back against the Republican strong-hold, they easily reduce her influence by spending lots of money and calling her an inconsequential liberal Commie.

I woke up in a hard sweat. Those Republicans were way more scary than any Michael Myers, or Chucky.