Civil War

I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I am living out the last few years of peace while the country heads toward civil war. This time its not black vs. white or North vs. South or slave vs. free. This time it is Red vs. Blue. And I'm afraid that when IT comes, it will tear apart neighbors and families and the front won't be the Mason/Dixon line, it will be kitchen tables and playgrounds as kids shout at each other, "Your daddy is a filthy democrat," and the reply is, "Well your mom is an ugly republican."

Those will be some of the last sounds before family SUV's turn into deadly weapons as they leave the once peaceful tree lined streets and gather like angry generals at church parking lots and community centers to apply their war paint and beat their drums, red and blue flags waving allegiance.

But even more, I fear looking into the eyes of friends and hearing the words of family on my cell phone, filled with horrible zeal, pleased that the day of American jihad has arrived and wrongly grateful to be building toward the glory of an unnecessary war.

And I will be on neither side. I will not cheer or admire the mislead bravery. I will be sinking further into helpless despair and remembering the first hints of the lasting divide--when even the wise and educated had stopped listening to reason, along with the throngs who never did.

It all began when the fiber optic cables were installed through our skin and into our organs in addition to six feet below our manicured front lawns, bringing those talking, angry mouths even louder into our personal lives. Politics turned into a game and a joke as those voices Rushed into deceive particularly the lonely and selfish. What was once just an ironic slant on the "boring old facts" turned into something infinitely more entertaining and then more consuming...a raging battle cry.