Where's my Liberty?

The dream this morning was a manifestation of my fears around the world that we have come to live in. A lot has changed in the last five years in America. It is not the country I grew up in and once loved. I think it parallels Germany in the early 1930's in so many ways. I recently read the diary of Anne Frank. It disturbed me greatly. I have no confidence that mankind has learned it's lesson.

In my dream I find I am working on an elaborate disguise and creating a forged passport. My plan is to escape the country. Everyone who does not support the fascist state is being round up like the Jews were in Europe during World War Two by the Nazis. My only hope for not being placed in a "re-education" camp is to immigrate to Spain and be there with my fiancé.

The work to create my new identity is a high tech process. This requires skills that I should not know how to do. I am clever, but not that clever. In today's high tech world it would be an impossible task to do this. To try and thwart the security system in place in today's world would not be easy if it could be done at all.

George Orwell wrote, "If you want a vision of the future imagine a boot stamping on a human face --forever." Given the direction technology is being used now, and the near omniscient power it has in the hands of our masters in this world, I believe Orwell's nightmare will become the State's wet dream, and the powers that be will make the Nazi's look like boy scouts.  I hope the hell I am wrong and somehow American society will muddle it's way through our current mess and survive in some manner I might recognize as a society that remembers it's once great heritage, and was a beacon of hope to the oppressed masses of the world.

All I can think about is that vision of Anne Frank, when she was last seen alive, behind barbed wire in a concentration camp. She was bald and emaciated, and exterminated. It doesn't get much more brutal than that. The fascists of today's world have high tech tools that will make what the Nazi's did seem like a quaint process. I shudder at the thought!

This blog is a real downer. I think I'll go cook a nice dinner now, stop watching the budget battle news, and think happy thoughts. Sanity is a fragile thing sometimes it needs to be nurtured and a little denial must occasionally be exercised. This is how I got through the Cold War years. People be good to each other today and pray, work for a better world. I haven't much hope in my skills at surviving what may come. Let's hope that love conquers in the end, otherwise, life isn't worth living.