The dream is over.  The American dream.  The great experiment in freedom and liberty that is America, is on its deathbed.  America is on her deathbed.

Monday, the government announced a plan to buy “toxic assets” from failing companies (with tax money, no less).  Of course, in an Ingsoc / doublespeak move straight out of the novel “1984,” they aren’t calling them toxic assets anymore.  No, now the word is “legacy aspects.”

Apparently, because paying for this mess is the legacy we have decided to leave our grandchildren.

But that’s not what has me bitter and depressed.  No, what is depressing as hell is that the market took a sharp turn for the better upon the release of this news.  The American people have spoken with their pocketbooks, and voted with their money.  They have made their desires known, as surely as if it were an election – perhaps more so.

They have chosen security over freedom.

I am bitter.  I am depressed.  I have fought so hard, for so long, to do my part to hang on to our freedom.  I have knocked on doors, written letters, made phone calls, marched in the rain, held signs at protests, spent obscene amounts of money, faced interrogations, and risked arrest.  I have believed that if we could just hold on long enough, that in the end, people would wake up and we could restore the great American ideal of freedom and prosperity.

I was wrong.

The question in my mind now, is where do we go from here?  What is our next move?  Will the people of America wake up in time, or will we see our freedom continue to slip away until there is nothing left?  Do the people of America even want freedom anymore, let alone care about fighting for it?  Is it even worth it to try anymore?

I honestly don’t know.