To the editor:

I had a bad dream last night.

All of the people of the United States were required, by law, to return to their “country of origin” from which their families had migrated generations ago. My national government wrote the law and assigned billions and a police force to achieve this goal.

I nearly fainted because my “home country” is Wales. This is not to say that Wales isn’t a pretty nice country, and I’m certain that the Welsh people are really generous, good-looking folks — after all I’m one of them. At least my great-great grandmother told me so.

My fear is learning the Welsh language. It has taken me a lifetime to learn what little German and Spanish I use infrequently. How can I be expected to learn the Welsh native language?

For instance, if I wanted Fish and Chips for lunch, I’d need to learn to say, “Pysgod a Sglodopn.” I’d go hungry and embarrass myself. This might anger some of the people, and they might want to send me back to the USA.

While my retirement is sufficient, obviously my job in Wales might be as a Gofalwr in a eglwys, and a geriwalton in the city of Llanfairpwllgwyngyll.

Oh, my. What to do?

What is really weird about this is when all of us former migrants would be gone, those left to enjoy these United States will be Mexicans and American Indians. Go figure.

Maybe someday the government who put into our Pledge of Allegiance the words, “under God,” will also rewrite the ending phrase and remove the words, “ ... with liberty and justice for ALL.”

Oh, Boy! What next? 

William Salmon

Great Bend