The big fan of dystopian novels, movies, and episodic series sits idly by watching her world fill with the decisions of wretched cheats in Congress. She writes little notes to herself; dialog lines that will never be uttered, scripts that will catch digital dust for eternity, or as long as data remains secured on a server somewhere in the remote regions of Scandinavia. Her mental zeros and ones emblazoned on would-be paper through fingertips on black keys narrate the end.
Part one of the great heist of democracy nearly completed, the serpents and cons elected by fools feast on the innards of the once great American middle class and the poor. First, a reshuffling of the tax to fuel the rich. Part two forthcoming: slash Medicare, Medicaid, and Social Security unleashing the Ayn Randian hellstorm they have been dreaming of for decades. Don’t forget to drill in the Arctic, blast sonic death sentences to our marine mammals, and unleash the most explosive anti-environment stripping of regulations of the past 60 years in what is known as “budget riders.” Among other annihilations of every freedom that once satisfied an average working American, she watches them remove the regulations of the Communications Act of 1934 ensuring that only those who can pay a premium will be empowered to voice their mind in a public manner.
She eats popcorn watching the wind blow through the trees on a beautiful Autumn day. The sky remains a deep blue, for now.