In a world filled with such bitterness toward everyone and everything, I will attempt to interject a softer positive mood. For that to happen it’ll require what can best be labeled a fairy tale. You know, an unreal story with beauty, goodwill and a happy ending.

Once upon a time the people of the United States realized that their Shangri-La had disappeared and there was terrible sorrow. The people agreed it was time to come together, once again, and declare to a dark world a revolution so profound that it would cause a gasp across the planet.

A revolution that would re-establish life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness as everyone’s inalienable rights. The Constitution would be the law of the land and a guiding beacon for the rest of the world.

The revolution restored the right to be free people and independent states. Non-democratic institutions and peoples were sent packing. People were happy, kind and genuine with one another. People helped each other out of their goodness not obligation. Truth and morality was the code by which all lived.

Elected leaders were honest, duty bound and loyal to their constituents. All citizens felt safe and the children listened and learned and became the protectors of America’s future. All believed, were vigilant and lived happily ever after. Every day was a true day of thanksgiving.

English writer G. K. Chesterton (1874-1936) wrote: “Fairy tales do not give the child his first idea of bogey. What fairy tales give the child is his first clear idea of the possible defeat of bogey. The baby has known the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale provides for him is a St. George to kill the dragon.”

Where’s our St. George? The dragon awaits.