With an eyebrow raised, I inquired, "What do you mean, you see everything?"

He tacitly acknowledged my skepticism and said, "Just bear with me. Yes, we watch you. There is very little else for the dead to do. Get over it."

Key explained that afterlife viewership had fallen off somewhat during George W. Bush's first term, but had dropped precipitously following the 2004 presidential election. "It got to be frustrating to watch, " he said. "Your nation had clearly, jumped the shark, electing Bush to a second term." He paused to inquire if he had used the entertainment industry phrase properly, and he was quite pleased with himself after I informed him that he had.

"We started watching ...

With an eyebrow raised, I inquired, "What do you mean, you see everything?"

He tacitly acknowledged my skepticism and said, "Just bear with me. Yes, we watch you. There is very little else for the dead to do. Get over it."

Key explained that afterlife viewership had fallen off somewhat during George W. Bush's first term, but had dropped precipitously following the 2004 presidential election. "It got to be frustrating to watch, " he said. "Your nation had clearly, jumped the shark, electing Bush to a second term." He paused to inquire if he had used the entertainment industry phrase properly, and he was quite pleased with himself after I informed him that he had.

"We started watching again during the 2008 campaign," he reassured me as if I were concerned about our ratings. He didn't have to tell me it was entertaining. I saw it live!
He lowered his voice, "I happened to be in the company of Karl Marx, whose interest in the election was piqued following the primaries. It was about the time people started throwing Marx's name around when referring to Obama. Honestly, I don't understand it. At least when McCarthy did it, he had an external entity in the Soviet Union, to which he could, and did, attribute potential domestic subversion."

"Marx was irritated at first," Key explained. "Once Karl figured out that there was no real comparison between his predictive political philosophy and the proposed policies of Senator Obama, he just thought it was hilarious." Key confessed, he didn't think much of it at the time, but when the irrational comparisons continued past Obama's election he became frustrated.

He wrung his hands as he went on, "You were just starting to get interesting again. You elected a clearly empathetic and erudite individual to the presidency. You celebrated well, deservedly so, but a malevolent undercurrent of fear-inspired hate persisted, and persists, which brings me to why I'm here, talking to you."

He was visibly agitated, but at that point I was totally into it. "Go on," I encouraged.

Key settled himself and continued, "I apologize for my candor, but the events of the present week provoked my action. Seeing a wheelchair bound woman heckled as she attempted to describe her health care plight was despicable. It was like a punch in the gut. Then I read about the Fl...

He wrung his hands as he went on, "You were just starting to get interesting again. You elected a clearly empathetic and erudite individual to the presidency. You celebrated well, deservedly so, but a malevolent undercurrent of fear-inspired hate persisted, and persists, which brings me to why I'm here, talking to you."

He was visibly agitated, but at that point I was totally into it. "Go on," I encouraged.

Key settled himself and continued, "I apologize for my candor, but the events of the present week provoked my action. Seeing a wheelchair bound woman heckled as she attempted to describe her health care plight was despicable. It was like a punch in the gut. Then I read about the Florida GOP chairman's profound display of ignorance: proclaiming that a motivational speech from Obama to the nation's children was somehow akin to socialist indoctrination. It's preposterous!"

At this point, I informed him that he was preaching to the choir on this issue. I made an effort to calm him, explaining, "though it's not rational, many are genuinely scared and.." Abruptly, he cut me off.

"But that's just it," he said. "The needless, pointless fear, don't you get it? The man is the President of the United States, for heaven's sake. Out of cowardice, some have decided to overtly disrespect and slander your constitutionally elected leader. It's tantamount to heresy! Further, it is insulting to those who voted for Obama; perhaps, it's insulting to anyone who has ever voted, EVER!"

Key took a deep breath and went on, "It is because this behavior is fear-inspired that I have come back. I've returned to take back my poem. 'The Home of the Brave,' sadly, is no longer applicable to a country capable of such a display."

I sat in a state of shock, mouth agape, as the train approached the station.

Again, Key composed himself and went on, "I'm not doing this on a whim. Far from it. For weeks, I've heard the word 'tyranny' bandied about by people who have absolutely no concept of what the word actually means."

"And, don't think for a moment that demanding this comes without a sense of deep personal loss. Until recently, I had taken great pride that my poem was selected for your national anthem. When president Hoover signed the congressional resolution in 1931, making my remembrance of the defense of Fort McHenry a symbol of national pride, I was so excited I nearly forgot that I was dead!"

"Further, my story is not unique," Key continued. "Take the first American president, Georg...

Again, Key composed himself and went on, "I'm not doing this on a whim. Far from it. For weeks, I've heard the word 'tyranny' bandied about by people who have absolutely no concept of what the word actually means."

"And, don't think for a moment that demanding this comes without a sense of deep personal loss. Until recently, I had taken great pride that my poem was selected for your national anthem. When president Hoover signed the congressional resolution in 1931, making my remembrance of the defense of Fort McHenry a symbol of national pride, I was so excited I nearly forgot that I was dead!"

"Further, my story is not unique," Key continued. "Take the first American president, George Washington, for example. Though he'd be the first to tell you he's somewhat confused and embarrassed by the phallic nature of his monument on the national mall, he remains humbled by how the nation he helped guide through its infancy remembers him. Indeed, all of us whom history has chosen to smile upon following our deaths live on symbolically because living Americans honor us by remembering us and what we fought for. The poisonous political climate of the present has led to the perversion of that honor. It makes me feel dirty, to be honest. By taking back my poem, I'm symbolically washing myself."

The train came to a stop as he finished. I followed him across the platform, begging him to reconsider. I told him that going through with his plan could only exacerbate the issue, preventing any chance for Obama to turn it around.

"Give him a chance," I said. "With more time the displays of ignorance could subside. Give us a chance to come to our senses, to awaken to the fact that there is nothing to be afraid of," I pleaded.

With that, the man who portended to be Francis Scott Key, paused, turned to me, and smiled.

"Alright," he said. "If you haven't given up, then neither will I. You've got until the next presidential contest in 2012."

I barely had time to outwardly display my relief when Key turned to leave. As he parted, he issued a warning:

"Just know that if you haven't sorted it out by then, I'll return with others. Indeed, tell Glenn Beck if he misquotes Teddy Roosevelt again, he'll have a lot more to worry about than losing his sponsors. The OP (Original Progressive, I'm guessing) is about ready to go 'Rough Rider' on his sociopathic backside."

Following this bizarre encounter, I took some time ...

With that, the man who portended to be Francis Scott Key, paused, turned to me, and smiled.

"Alright," he said. "If you haven't given up, then neither will I. You've got until the next presidential contest in 2012."

I barely had time to outwardly display my relief when Key turned to leave. As he parted, he issued a warning:

"Just know that if you haven't sorted it out by then, I'll return with others. Indeed, tell Glenn Beck if he misquotes Teddy Roosevelt again, he'll have a lot more to worry about than losing his sponsors. The OP (Original Progressive, I'm guessing) is about ready to go 'Rough Rider' on his sociopathic backside."

Following this bizarre encounter, I took some time to gather my notes and set to writing them down. Was it actually Francis Scott Key, back from the grave to reclaim his legacy? Probably not, but that's beside the point. The perpetrators of the Obama-as-tyrant meme, and those who repeat it out of fear, or otherwise, are spitting on the very institutions they claim to hold most dear. Key, or not Key, his assessment was spot on in my opinion. I'd rather not disappoint him by giving up.