Oh man I just had the most horrible dream! You see I went to this diary, wherein I was told, join, join, join them, and you can change it. Learn the joys of coffee… then I went to this facebook page…..
Then I found myself somehow whisked to this town. It was a strange town where people wore these strange clothes, like it was the 1800’s, but underneath the 19th century duds and bow ties and hats they all had on instead of a button downed white shirt and blouse, an Obama T-Shirt.
No sooner had I appeared, than a man with a vacant grin approached me.
"Civility and reason to you, friend!", said he.
“Uh, civility and reason to you!” I replied, my eyes widening at this odd greeting.
“Coffee hour approaches,” the man went on, as if in the same vein. “What will you have? Mocha? Latte? Frappucino? Maybe a triple espresso cappucino?”
Well, I was getting a bit wigged out at the cognitive dissonance, you understand. Little alarm bells were going off in my head, but I couldn’t place it. “Uh, maybe some decaf?” I evaded, hoping to buy time.
"Isn’t Obama the best president evah?" The man prompted me.
“Uh, yeah, he’s great,” I answered, trying not to sweat too much. The man nodded and walked on, seeingly forgetting he had offered me coffee. “Coffee hour approaches,” the man mumbled, apparently to himself. “It is the will of Obama.”
“Hey!” I shouted at the man. He turned. “Aren’t you supposed to be a grass roots organization?”
“Yes,” the man smiled. “Civility and reason, and accountability, and equal justice for all. All together in the grassroots. Obama knows all, he sees all. You will see. Are you not of the body“? Suddenly the man’s expression changed. From vacant and pleasant to suspicious and demanding.
“Yeah, I’m of the body, dude. Whatever you say!” I smiled back weakly, then ran.