I had a strange dream the other night.

The international community, alarmed by the Holocaust in Darfur, arranged for a place to resettle the refugees—an East Texas town called Palestine (pronounced PAL-us-steen).

The city’s 18,000 residents complained it couldn’t absorb tens of thousands of refugees from Darfur.

But, soon after their arrival, the refugees joined the local Lions Club and started calling themselves Lionists, proclaiming God promised the land to them. After local elections, the Lionists claimed a majority on the Palestine City Council and passed eminent domain ordinances seizing property of longtime Palestine residents. Soon more and more refugees began settling on the West Bank of the Trinity River. The old time residents decided to fight back and formed the Palestine Land Owners group. A fist fight broke out after a PLO member complained East Texans shouldn’t be punished for the Holocaust, which they had nothing to do with. So the local police chief, newly elected after running on the Lionist ticket, called the Palestine residents a bunch of hooligans. He persuaded the city council to declare a curfew, closed down businesses owned by the Palestinites, said they couldn’t use local roads no more, and built a big fence to keep them away from the land they used to own before eminent domain took it away from them. After the Palestinites complained the fence kept them from going to work and buying groceries and a woman from the Seattle area got run over by a Lionist bulldozer, the Lionists got federal funds. When the Palestinites complained about being pushed around by big gummint, the Lionists said all the Palestinites were denying the Sudanese Holocaust. Then the Lionists played the race card and labeled the Palestinites bigots.

What a weird dream. I’m glad nothing like that would happen in real life.