Postcard: The Plot Against the Florida Republic (And the Week Ahead)

They're out there again... a velvety gathering... eager for us to make a mistake. Yes, my friends, a libertarian cannot sleep with the collective gathering in the night. For their cause burrows on.

Dear Fellow Expat:

Picture a velvety shroud of darkness beneath the moon’s silver sheen.

It is here that a gathering of communist rabbits convenes.

Their whispers barely rustle the leaves around them.

You heard that right: rabbits.

Comrades in furry coats, whispering revolution in my front yard, a stone's throw from where the capitalist dream has snored in blissful ignorance.

That place: The Florida Republic.

This velvety collective gathers several times each night. They pretend they’re eating.

I notice—the dog’s notice.

The latter regularly chase the rabbits off the property.

I can’t help but notice how the rabbits gather, several at a time.

Each revolutionary faces in a different clockwise direction, almost paranoid of the open discussions they hold.

Indeed, they see the Florida Republic as an unjust place.

Order is not what they seek, and hierarchy is what the comrades contest.

Within our walls, the hierarchy is clear.

My wife and I are rulers of this domestic domain.

Next, our daughter.…