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Chapter One I try not to stare at the chain gang as I pull into the parking lot to go to work. Fridays used to be fun for a lot of people because it meant you had the weekend off. But now it’s only fun for the barbarians who get to forcibly repopulate the country with more barbarians, or females that will grow up never knowing freedom. Every Friday, they’ll take some women with shackles around their necks, hands and feet, in chain gang style, and parade them through the street as a reminder of what rebellion gets you. These women are what’s left of the poor, the lower-middle class, and any who rebelled in any way. They listened to the wrong music, read the wrong things, got their news from the wrong source, whatever. As long 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 with them. They don’t get a say in the matter. They’ll be “released” to any man who’ll have them if he asks to have one of the women for the night, in hopes that she’ll get pregnant and produce the right offspring. That’s the world today. It’s Friday, December 2nd, 2016. I look down and hide my eyes from the security guards as I turn the key and shut my car off, release my seatbelt and open the door. I try to look as happy and positive as I can, so that I’m not suspected of discontent. Chapter Two The elections never happened last month, in case you were wondering. No one expected an election take place, not since early last year. Then by the time it got here, it was far 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 we all had what we wanted in life and things were going just fine, who would have thought? And I know what you’re thinking; you don’t believe that we could 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
worse. You have perfect faith in your government, just like I did. But let me tell you how it all went down. Chapter Three Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan won the last election, the one in 2012. Looking back on it, it was like mass hysteria that year. Everyone was so up in arms about everything. Politicians, newscasters, other public figures and other blowhards had the country in an uproar. They had everyone bickering and arguing over all the issues that are going to be raised in any large-scale population. But now those ships have sailed, and all of the hate-mongers won. Oh, of course there were riots and public outcry, but no more so than what we saw with the whole Occupy Wall Street thing and other protests in recent years. The only thing that ever came out of the protests was thousands of arrests. The public at large just didn’t care about their own interests. It’s too easy to dismiss dissenters as unemployed, lazy bums and not think twice. The first thing the Romney administration did in 2013 was beef up the TSA, increasing their presence and power. The TSA became an official branch of the military along with the Army, Navy, and so forth. They kept most of the current employees, anyone under 300 pounds was eligible because boot camp wasn’t a requirement for the TSA. But to get the numbers they wanted, they offered a pay increase for other service members to jump branches, plus it meant they’d never get sent overseas. The TSA also assimilated local police forces and to determine which officer was able to make an arrest or not, the original TSA employees wore orange insignia to designate that they were formerly civilian. Although since then, most of the original employees have learned the procedures of the police and military and many have been promoted to orange-free status. And at this point, any TSA officer still wearing orange labels probably has a desk job. The TSA was stationed on every highway and street that intersected state lines. At first, they were just needless checkpoints. Are you intoxicated? Do you have any weapons or hazardous materials? Are you carrying drugs? Are you
transporting live animals or plants? That sort of thing. They just wanted everything in place, to make sure it worked. Local police stayed on their beats and did their regular jobs, until the shit really hit the fan. Chapter Four As they say, there’s always a calm before the storm. The leaves were starting to turn in northern parts of the country and the first cool breezes of fall could be felt in 2013 when we had all settled in to the daily patrolling and being searched at state borders. We got used to the increased uniformed presence in our daily lives. And then came the first wave. September 13th, 2013, foreign troops arrive in America. Soldiers from everywhere, representing nearly every country in the world, wanting better pay and benefits signed on to join American ranks. They spent the weekend getting briefed, going over their speech, learning American slang, and putting on American uniforms and being assigned to American bases and troops. No one knew anything until the shit hit the fan bright and early Monday morning. Monday, September 16th, 2013, was the official end of Occupy Wall Street and all other protests. Every protester, in every city was rounded up, arrested and hauled off to the “FEMA camps” and other prison facilities that “only conspiracy theorists ranted about” a few years ago. Military troops filled the streets; anyone who voiced an opinion went. They also took a lot of homeless people who weren’t protesting, just because they were outside and their poverty was apparent. With the streets clear of dissidents and vagrants, the announcements came on every channel and on every radio station that protesting won’t be tolerated, to stay in your homes and places of business and not loiter outside or you may face severe consequences for your insubordination, and that there would be a military presence in the streets from now on, and to remain calm and go about your business as usual. Go to work, buy what you need, go out for dinner if you wish, then go straight home and don’t loiter.
Chapter Five Everything becomes such a blur after that. It was madness, sitting back and seeing this happen to so many people. I admit I was probably a bit selfish. Like most people, I had mine and I didn’t give much thought to anyone who wasn’t a part of my life. I’m an insurance agent. Sure, things are different now. I’ve had to take a pay cut, as there is a smaller population that I can sell insurance to. And I have to keep my mouth shut and act like everything’s fine. A couple of weeks later, September 30th, the second wave came. All government aid was effectively shut down and cut off. No gradual decrease in benefits ever occurred; it was just a complete cut off of government funds for everyone who depended upon it. Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security, welfare, food stamps, everything was effectively cut off and no one would receive any further payment. Balances left on electronic fund cards were wiped clean without warning and money was returned to the federal and state funds from whence they came. Poor families suddenly couldn’t feed or clothe their children when their benefit cards were wiped out. Anyone who tried to buy anything with them found it declined that day and were forced to hand their card over to someone in uniform. Those who cried out and begged and pleaded for food, diapers, or whatever immediate needs they had, were considered dissenters and taken away. Their children were taken by the state. But people caught on quickly, knowing to keep quiet. October 2013 became known as the Month of Mourning. We lost most of our senior citizens and disabled adults within the weeks that followed the complete cut off of government aid programs. Only those with money could stay in the hospitals and nursing homes without Medicare or Medicaid. Every senior who only had social security now had nothing and got evicted for not being able to pay their rent. The seniors who were able-bodied enough, or who owned a car, who were able to get to a shelter, many were taken by the soldiers – who were at first jokingly called “The ASS”, as in, “The American SS” – but with the horrors that followed, it’s not even funny anymore. Stories got out,
that in some places, the elderly seeking refuge at homeless shelters were shot on sight. The sick died on their own. And the worst was yet to come. Chapter Six By Christmas, we were already looking at the remnants of civilization. The only thing that remained from the government was government housing. As in, the projects remained standing. People were free to keep living in them, without utilities and without police protection or other services. Oddly enough though, people banded together and tried to survive. In a lot of places, people stopped fighting. Some gangs drew truces in some neighborhoods. I guess once someone gets shot and no one comes to retrieve the body, and you and your neighbors are left to bury someone, maybe you think twice about killing people for no good reason? It was a dark time, so many were mourning the loss of their parents and grandparents. And yet, it was about to get even worse. January 1st, 2014 – not a holiday this time around. Thus began the slow and systematic taking of control over the American people. All roads crossing state borders were locked down. Now you needed a pass to travel, and were only allowed to travel for business. If you worked in a business that required you to drive out of state, your employer was to submit a request for a pass to the ADOT – the American Department of Transportation that took over every state-run DOT. And if you wanted to visit family, your family member could submit a request for your pass to the ADOT as long as you were to cross no more than three states. Any further, you were required to fly. All cars were searched at state border crossings. All drivers and passengers were subjected to the same pat-downs and body scanners as in the airports. The announcements on TV and radio told us to remain calm, go to work, and go about our business with these new security measures in place. They told us to not be alarmed, that this was the new law, and it was just the way things would be from now on. No more drug smuggling, no more inter-state kidnappings, so many problems would be solved
by the lock down of inter-state travel and life could easily go on as normal. Just be sure to get your papers, and everything will be fine. But things weren’t fine. I think, and I would hope, that most everyone knew better. By February, they started raiding every home, house, and apartment in America. They started with the smallest towns, and in states that are more under-developed like Virginia, West Virginia, down to Arkansas and Alabama, where the people were expected to be more humble, more passive and easily submit. The last states to be raided were the big ones where people hang on to their ideals of freedom, like New Hampshire, Texas, and Alaska. What they were looking for was compliance. All computers, cell phones, mp3 players, digital cameras and other devices that can store any form of media were confiscated and scanned for contraband. Contraband was anything truly illegal, to having the wrong music, movies, e-books or other files stored anywhere. If you had any of those things, you went to prison. If you didn’t, you might have gotten your devices back in one piece. The Bible was declared the law of the land, and needless to say, gay people themselves were contraband. Homes were checked for gender-appropriate clothing. Anyone who had clothing of the opposite sex, in a size that fit them, went to prison or was executed. Here’s the really horrible thing. Remember earlier what I told you about lesbians? Well if a woman was – at the invading soldiers’ discretion – determined to be attracted to men, she was taken if she was of childbearing age, for in the event they would ever parade her around town on a Friday. If she had an attraction to men and had a viable uterus, she lived. If she was deemed to be only attracted to other women – she was shot on sight along with all the men who were determined as gay on the grounds that it is a sin and they violated the law of the land. Fundies actually rejoiced, when they heard shots fired in their neighborhoods, they assumed gays were getting killed, and sick little celebrations broke out on street corners. By the time the raids had worked their way up to the big cities and the soldiers kicked in my door, my Darkest Day came a whole year later.
Chapter Seven April 2nd, 2015, the worst and most hellish day of my life. The soldiers kicked our door while we were still in bed. The first thing they did was they shot my two dogs and my cat in the head, held a gun to my head and told me not to move. All I could do was drop to my knees in tears, not even allowed to look at them, not allowed to have given them one last hug or told them I’m so, so terribly sorry for what’s about to happen. They kick in the front door, we hear three shots fired, I run downstairs, only seeing one of my dogs in view with nothing left of his head and blood everywhere, I drop to my knees crying hysterically only to feel an assault rifle on my temple and hearing a man scream at me to “Shut the fuck up!” and “Stay the fuck down and don’t so much as fucking blink or I’ll blow your god damn brains out too motherfucker!” I put my hands behind my head and tried to hold in my grief. It’s one of those moments you just don’t know what’s really happening. Adrenaline, emotions, thoughts, panic you almost black out, dizzy; there’s just too much going on, too much to process, you’re frozen in your own hell. I’m shaking as I write this because you can’t even imagine – you’ve got no fucking clue what it’s like to see everyone you love shot and killed before your eyes and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it! A couple of soldiers ran in the back of the house, beyond the kitchen where we had a special master bedroom added on for my younger sister who has downs’ syndrome. My wife was so good with accepting that I was responsible for providing for my sister after my parents were gone, and she became her primary caretaker. The soldiers dragged her out and said amongst themselves that she’s not too retarded, that she’s verbal, is aware of their presence and is of childbearing age. So they took her. My wife cried out, wanting to stop them from taking my sister, and they put a bullet in her head. I didn’t even have time to react. All that happened was I heard the gunshot and no sooner did I feel a gun on my forehead again and heard the same voice yelling at me to not move. “WILL YOU FALL IN LINE?” the soldier shouted. “Yes!” I cried.
“WILL YOU SUBMIT, WILL YOU OBEY?” “Yes, yes!” I cried. “WILL YOU FALL IN LINE AND RETURN TO WORK? I WANT YOU TO GO TO WORK AS NORMAL! OBEY! THAT IS YOUR JOB NOW! WORK AND OBEY! IF I HEAR THAT YOU DIDN’T SHOW UP FOR WORK, WE’LL BE BACK TO FINISH YOU OFF!” he commanded. And then they left with both of our laptops and cell phones. I never saw them again. Chapter Eight I moved out of our house. I didn’t take anything with me. I didn’t even want to look in there. I just left. I called a clean up service and then had a garbage removal service empty the house and throw everything out. I couldn’t handle it. I’m weak. I’m not a soldier. I was on the geeky side in school. The imagery of that day is far beyond what I can handle. I’m not a violent man. I’ve never seen shit like that, let alone would I have ever thought I’d lose my whole family like that. I just couldn’t deal with it. I left everything and tried to pick up the pieces of my shattered world by starting over. I moved into a small one-room apartment and even bought a new used car. Nothing fancy like I would have bought before. Not after the shit I’ve been through, I didn’t care. I even wanted to get a car that looks like shit and shows its age, but I knew that would have made me appear as a discontent. So I opted for a little red Kia. Maybe they would still think I’m a happy, obedient citizen? In August, I got another blow to the gut when a package from the Feds ended up on my doorstep. They returned our laptops and cell phones. I guess everything met with their approval. Our family photos were still on there, but I couldn’t bear to look at them. I put them back in the box, put it on the shelf in the closet and haven’t touched them since. I don’t know if I ever will be able to. Time went on, and life did go on. We have probably lost, 50 million Americans, probably twice that. No one really knows the numbers because the media isn’t allowed to report anything, and they haven’t been free to report on any of the things I have told you about since the beginning, since
Romney took office. Seniors, gays, women, children, the poor, the homeless, they’ve killed so many. They’ve taken everybody. Everybody who didn’t fit, didn’t agree, or didn’t have a high enough standing in society. It was a war that wasn’t declared as a war. You would think it couldn’t happen, what about the gun nuts? Those were some of the bloodiest battles. It doesn’t matter how many guns you have or how well put together you think your militia is. They knew where they were, infrared and x-ray cameras, they knew where the gun nuts were and took them out. Individuals and families who thought they were stocked with guns and ammo, could only shoot so much before someone would throwing grenades in the house to take them out. We were defenseless. There was no resistance, no hope of having resisted. Everything was so systematic, so carefully planned out. So much else happened in the background, but I don’t even know. We had no chance. We still have TV, radio, McDonald’s, and most of the things I grew up with and recognize, although things are a lot more male-dominated now. TV shows, movies, newscasts, you hardly ever see a woman anymore since women aren’t allowed to work. There was a marriage rush over the past year, where women rushed to get married for their own freedom from the government, to anyone who would have them. As I said earlier, I work in insurance, and I’ve lost half of my customer base, because only men are free to work and make life and household decisions. We still have some churches for other religions, but any church other than Christian or Catholic is taxed. And a lot of them have gone out of business, because no one wants to be known as a non-Christian now, when the Bible is the Highest Law. I know you think that these things can’t happen, won’t happen, and will never happen. You think that our society would never discriminate. But it does, and always has. You would think we had the numbers to change things before the unthinkable happened, but we didn’t, because no one expected the unthinkable. You would think that you would
have the strength to stand up for yourself, for your family, and fight back, but no one was prepared. And when faced with such horror, defenseless, what do you do? You submit. Sometimes I wish I would have given them a reason to shoot me. And no town or city was ever prepared to hold off and defend itself against an army. And no one came to help us because most of the world thought we were getting what we deserved. We were seeing the same kind of terror with the soldiers in our streets as our soldiers have done in civilian neighborhoods in the Middle East. Besides, the major governments of the world knew we were going to join the new world order and one world government. The only difference is that we were the only ones who they knew would be hard to gain total control of. They knew Americans would have a tendency to fight, to defend their families, and to hang onto their belief in the Second Amendment until their death. They knew we were the stronghold that had to be beaten. Chapter Nine So where does it all go from here? It’s 2016 and there’s no longer a democracy. No one has ever declared that Romney or anyone else is our dictator or supreme leader. No further instruction has come as of yet. I’d really like to think things wouldn’t have been this horrific if Obama had won a second term. But he lost by a landslide because everyone was pissed off at him. Everyone expected him to be this Savior who would fix their lives and make this country a perfect Utopia. So many people were riled up over things such as being against abortion and making every single baby be born no matter what the circumstances. So many people were fired up with the belief that being gay and having gay marriage was going to damn them to hell for somebody else’s lifestyle. So many people simply hated Obama for being African American, for not making their life perfect, or truly believed him to be a terrorist. So maybe Obama wasn’t perfect, and maybe he didn’t give a shit about the people any more than Romney does. But I still believe my family would be alive if Romney would have
never gotten in. I believe that somehow things could have been better, we could have found a way to survive and maybe even turn things around before such truly evil and sinister leaders took over. The real problem, something we should have looked at twenty years ago, is to establish something better. A better system of government, and have done away with this Republican vs. Democrat nonsense, because one isn’t much better than the other. They’re both evil. They’ve both turned against us. Neither side gave a shit about the people. They both abandoned their ways and ideals. They both abandoned the constitution and every idea of freedom, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness contained therein. It was all about money and control. Taking all the money and wealth for themselves and ruling the population with an iron fist. We could have really used a third party to rise up, a new system, a new group of people, big and powerful enough to break the two-party system, something that would embrace the ideals of freedom and the pursuit of happiness. We should have tried to undo the wrongs of the past and create a better future - create a system that embraces everybody equally, doesn’t allow for discrimination or hatred, and doesn’t rule by one person’s narrow point of view. We could have used something better, another alternative, a complete government overhaul. But I guess I’ll never know. I’d just like to think that I might still have my family, that things would not have turned out this awful. But who would have ever been convinced to change things?
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