The Next Four years

The following is a dream I had. I’m quite sure it will come true because many of my dreams have come true in the past. The proof: One time at band camp, I had a dream that I was running out of toothpaste and the next morning I checked and sure enough I was dangerously low of running out!

Although I didn’t actually run out, I feel my dream was a warning…much like the one I am about to share with you now…

My daddy was a cop.

Back in the USA.

Back in the bad-old days.

I was sitting with a good friend of mine, taking a few tokes off a bong and watching “The Price is Right” with Drew Carey, when the door was broken down by police wearing swat-gear. At first I thought it was my ol’ man playin’ another practical joke, so I hid the bong behind the couch.

They drug us out to the street where there was a big construction dump truck. I got a lump in my throat when I realized this wasn’t a prank. They escorted me and three others to a line, which lead to a ladder that leads to the truck bed.

I could hear the screams of the people inside.

A year previous, a democrat had won the Presidential election. But a week before, Dick Cheny put Rumsfield back in charge of the military. Then, following the election he had the military take control of the Congress and Senate. He imprisoned all members and set up a military command.

We were watching the whole thing on TV. Stephen took a “hit” and while holding his breath full of smoke, said “Oh, shit.”

We didn’t know what to do, so we did nothing. At first we were in favor of the whole thing because one of the first thing “Dick” did was to make marijuana legal. In retrospect, I think he just wanted to pacify the masses.

He invaded Iraq, Palestine, Israel, Spain and Canada. In his quest for power, our resources grew slim, so he set up a government work programs where ordinary folk could work for diminished wages and profits went to the military. Oh well, at least we had jobs.

At first, he started rounding up the disabled and old. They were taken away and never seen again. If your were smart, you didn’t ask questions. The folks who did were taken away and never seen again. Talk was, he was grinding them up to feed to livestock. But the real story was later revealed by the late Heraldo.

People were being ground up for hamburger and fed to the troops.

Later, it was less discrete. The police would go down a random street with a big dump truck and force people to jump in the truck bed. The folks on the bottom were soon dead from the weight of the others. They had to move fast before things got stanky.

The next morning, we all pretended everything was normal and went to work.

Now it was my turn.

And Now You Know!

COMING NEXT: Mad Man Disease or a helping hand for the troops.

Bob Senitram

Webmaster and editor of I obtained a bachelor's degree in micro-biology around the turn of the century but was quickly tracked down and forced to return it to its rightful owner and pay a $25 fine. *** A fan of science fiction, I started this website in 1999 as a portal for science fiction stories that have never been published. *** Completely devoid of talent, I decided to call on the public to supply content. Shortly afterwards Stephen and I started writing weekly columns and have continued to this day.

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