I try not to stare at the chain gang as I pull into theparking lot to go to work. Fridays used to be fun for a lotof people because it meant you had the weekend off. But nowit’s only fun for the barbarians who get to forciblyrepopulate the country with more barbarians, or femalesthat will grow up never knowing freedom.Every Friday, they’ll take some women with shackles aroundtheir necks, hands and feet, in chain gang style, andparade them through the street as a reminder of whatrebellion gets you. These women are what’s left of thepoor, the lower-middle class, and any who rebelled in any way. They listened to the wrong music, read the wrongthings, got their news from the wrong source, whatever. Aslong as they weren’t lesbian, they were kept alive if they were of childbearing years. And it truly sickens me. Any man is free to breed withthem. They don’t get a say in the matter. They’ll be“released” to any man who’ll have them if he asks to haveone of the women for the night, in hopes that she’ll getpregnant and produce the right offspring.That’s the world today. It’s Friday, December 2
, 2016. Ilook down and hide my eyes from the security guards as Iturn the key and shut my car off, release my seatbelt andopen the door. I try to look as happy and positive as Ican, so that I’m not suspected of discontent.
The elections never happened last month, in case you were wondering. No one expected an election take place, notsince early last year. Then by the time it got here, it wasfar too late. It’s always been too late. Four years ago, it was too late. Eight years ago, we might have had a chance.We really should’ve started twenty years ago, but when weall had what we wanted in life and things were going justfine, who would have thought? And I know what you’re thinking; you don’t believe that wecould ever lose the country that we knew, as we knew it.You never saw the slightest possibility at all that life,as it used to be, was about to change drastically for the