Yes, I can see it too. In the wee hours...packed into the hollowed out wheelwells of a Datsun 310, molded up onto the unibody of a Ford Taurus, spare tire chock full and the door panels too...the lonely agent prowl the hinterlands peering nervous eyes in the rearview...a run for the brothers, forced by the ripples and fallout from an arrogant government. A government ignorant of the truth, greedy for taxes to offset their purchase of electorates, intent on finding defenseless targets of opportunity and mean in their power.
I greatly fear that our sons, growing up indoors, never having known the right to decide for themselves and their own, will neither recognize freedoms absence nor if realized fight to regain what is foreign to them. Ah well, anyone that came of age after FDR likely had the same lament sung for them by their fathers. The same has been written from the time of the Pharaohs.
I greatly grieve for the things now gone that characterized my youth...endless horizons, hope in the future, a trust that through hard work and a right heart things will turn out all right,...familiar with the outdoors, cold air and the building of big fires...the privilege to decide for one's self.
I greatly hope that we're not midway between the tide's slack and it's crest in terms of this fervor to limit our freedom, and that it will soon recede in it's inevitable cycle.