As I sit back and listen to how our government is acting like a child who has been caught once again with one hand in the cookie jar and the other still firmly planted in our wallets chasing after Edward Snowden. Not just any child mind you, a bully child who can scare nations into submission by threatening to take its toys back it loaned to the other children or to take other children’s lunch money which oddly enough our bully child gave them to begin with.
I reminisce back to my child hood and think of Todd the neighborhood bully now as I tell you this troublesome memory with a happy ending I want you to imagine the connection between my child hood trauma and what our government is doing in the world today.
Picture that Todd represents America’s government and each child in the neighbor hood is a different foreign government and the neighborhood of course is a representation of the world. Looking back Todd was a benevolent bully actually quite ingenious with how he ran the neighborhood. He was very adamant that everyone must dress and act the same as him. You had to listen to the same kind of music and always and I do mean always play whatever game he wanted with him of course making the rules to benefit himself. Now if anyone ever questioned him on these or try and go play with someone else doing something different well he would lay the guilt trip down on them. Saying things like: “Fine you won’t get any of these cookies my mom made for my friends” or “You guys can’t be a part of our secret club where we have secret meetings about secret stuff.” Too which the replies would be “We don’t like cookies and we will start our own secret club.”
Now most times these guilt trips worked but when it didn’t he would resort to threats of violence. Saying “Since you’re not with us you are the enemy and we are going to war with you.” Todd would rally the remaining kids and pump them up and use them to take it to the next level, violence. He would take his coalition of children and have them attack the other children all in the guise of “playing” but secretly having the intention of intimidating the defecting children to doing what Todd wanted them to do. Todd was no stranger to putting his muscle behind this Gestapo tactic. He would pull out his big guns and he would throw rocks from a distance while he sat safely behind his coalition of friends. He would yell lies and mean things about the kids to keep the moral up so that they would see these separatist children as the enemy and would have no guilt when injuring or harming them.
This always worked until one hot summer I had decided to stand up to this bully once and for all so that all children in the neighborhood would be free to play and be who they wanted to be. So I stood my ground that day looked him straight in the eye and said “No.” I was so scared he was so big and powerful his parents were the richest in the neighborhood and he ate well because of that. I could only say no. I couldn’t move as he approached me and stood over me looking down at me saying “Are you sure”.
Now I felt some courage building up at this point as I remembered my little brother was my ally in this effort to stop his tyranny so I turned around to look at my brother and see his face with determination and a readiness that would let me know that it was time to fight. When I turned around instead of seeing my brother’s face I saw the back of his head as he ran home. Imagine the fear the dread of the impending beat down I was about to endure. Which as soon as that thought entered my brain the violence began?
Now Todd did something strange that day something he had never done before. He had his allies in his coalition of children chase down my brother and drag him back to him which was in front of me as I lay bleeding on the pavement. Todd began to torture my brother by having one child hold him as he began to throw darts at my brother’s belly. As Todd was doing this he was bragging about the points he was earning and giving warning that this was the new punishment for anyone who spoke out against him.
I would like to tell you that a miraculous surge of strength came upon me that allowed me to stop him from doing this to my brother. I would love to be able to tell you that I was able to save the neighborhood by defeating that tyrannical bully child. I can’t yes I tried to help my brother but it only encouraged him to throw darts my way and his puppets to kick harder and yell louder keeping me on the ground and unable to save the day let alone my brother. No instead Todd ruled the neighborhood the entire time I lived there.
After we moved out of the neighborhood and sometime later I ran into an old friend from the neighborhood and he told me that shortly after I left that Todd’s reign came to a tragic end. It seems his taste for torture violence went too far and a group of children turned him in to a higher authority their parents (The U.N.) and he was sent to Juvenal hall. Now I bet Todd wishes he had the power to twist the perception of him being the bad guy in to the victims of his transgressions being the bad guy like our government has done with Edward Snowden, Bradley Manning, and Muslims.