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Not long before the internet, a traveling salesperson peered through the trailer house door at my unkempt hair and Coke-bottle glasses and told my parents that this boy would need a set of encyclopedias to reach his full potential. The prediction proved true.
The volume covering topics U-V would become my favorite. Under “United States, federal government” I learned about the three branches: judicial, legislative and executive. The Constitution balances the will of the many with the rights of the individual.
After a trip to Washington, D.C., in second grade, the encyclopedia became a playbook. I created a government out of small toys, including a fuzzy owl president (so wise) and complete executive cabinet composed mostly of Happy Meal toys. My congress was representative of what I could rustle up from under my bed.
My parents endured a press conference as I appointed a pink pterodactyl eraser to the Supreme Court.
For the past 10 years, the kid I was then has been screaming from inside of me as the systems that once provided order to our nation have given way to self-serving chaos.
Apparently I’m not alone.