Daddy's Room

[marcus]

Last night, after seeing Obama's speech about sending 30,000 more
troops to Afghanistan, I had a dream. Now, I don't claim to be one of
those people, like Edgar Cayce, whose dream visions predict future
events, so I'll let you read whatever you want into this. However,
this is the actual dream.

I was in a big house when a familiar figure approached me. He looked
thin and gaunt, but by God, it was Richard Nixon, still wearing that
ill-fitted blue suit. He handed me a shoe box with some reel-to-reel
tapes, and told me to listen to them, saying "you'll know what to do".

Nixon disappeared into the vapor, and I realized that I was in the
White House. I could not see Barack Obama, but I sensed this was
"his" White House. Suddenly, the two Obama daughters, Malia and
Sasha, were there. They beckoned me towards a large door, and told me
that "Daddy's room" was on the other side.

When I opened the door, it wasn't a room at all, but a wide field with
thousands of body bags neatly arranged in rows as far as the eye could
see.

Then, I woke up. The first words formed in by awakening brain:

"Now, it's 'Daddy's war' ".