By Scott Nesler
Last night the dream of the Do Good Gauge came as a nightmare. In this dream America's love of democracy turned into a farce. What was understood, morphed into a nice word, then a misunderstanding. Once touching democracy in the trust of representation, the majority began to fear what they never had. They feared democracy would give their neighbour a higher voice. They feared they would have to get off the couch and participate. They clung to their biases which allowed them to judge instead of meet and understand others with a different point of view.
The dream ended with my knees on the beach, pounding the sand of what could have been, as in the final scene of the Planet of the Apes. This dream did not depict a bomb clipping Mother Liberty, in my nightmare she was pulled from her pedestal by the ropes of greed, sloth, and envy of her apathetic children.