Only The Beginning.

 I awoke with mild relief to the sounds of my wife getting ready to take her niece to the airport. It wasn't time for me to get out of bed yet. But the relief came more from the release of the dream which had been playing out in my head just prior to the morning's stirring.

It was a pretty standard zombie apocalypse scenario. Survival for those who were left with their faculties, the ones that kept them from making choices primarily based on eating brains, was the focus. The most difficult problem with this plan was that apparently there was some concentrated effort kept in keeping the zombies safe, happy and part of society. It turned out that there were a great many of the walking dead that were elected officials, leaders of the community that we were all trying to hold together. So the decision was made that we would try our best to live with the zombies in as harmonious a way possible. 

This was about the time that I began to recognize the way my dream was an allegory for living with MAGAts. They look to have been recently human, but there are a number of telltale signs that give them away. The red baseball caps, for example. Or their tendency to shuffle around in mobs, mumbling incoherently. And then there's that whole predilection toward eating brains. 

As it turns out, holding a representative democracy together during a zombie apocalypse is a pretty tough thing to do, but liberals have always been "big tent" folks. If it means making sacrifices to the shambling masses of undead, we'll do that. Even if it means letting them being in charge of all three branches of government. 

This was a scary dream that I was relieved to have interrupted. But in true Rod Serling style, I woke up to the realization that the dream wasn't over. 

It was just beginning.