Tuesday, November 6, 2012

A Different Nation

November 5, 2012, 11:34 p.m., corresponding exactly with the closing of the day's news cycle and the introduction of the hosts of the late-night frivolity programs, the President picked up the phone-set to his right, punched two buttons.  He uttered four words distinctly into the device, "Possum One, Now.  Verify."  A brief pause, then, "Possum One, check."

And thus were the wheels set in motion whereby the entire nation was, in effect, placed into lock-down.  All across the country at six in the morning as poll workers arrive at their respective posts, they find two armed officers barring the locked doors.  They are turned away with the announcement that a grave threat to national security has forced the President to declare martial law.  The prepared text informs everyone that the situation is being controlled; there is no cause for undue alarm, so long as everyone proceeds with their normal activities.  It is unfortunate that the election cannot proceed at this time, but be assured your President will take every necessary step to insure your safety, and the election will be rescheduled as soon as practicable.

At every international airport in the country, Homeland Security and TSA has implemented a sorting routine whereby no U.S. citizen may board any international flight.  Such passengers are advised to return to their homes at once, and those needing flights to a distant point are required to turn in their tickets in exchange for passage to their place of residence.

The President, as Commander-in-Chief, has implemented a plan that has long been ready for execution.  The military and all quasi-military and police departments are under direct control of Homeland Security.  Effectively, no citizen may blow his nose without permission of the President, his directives carried out by the military machine, per DHS.

All property is, in effect, under the direct control of the President and resisting seizure of assets or failure to comply with directives of DHS is, prima facie, treason and summarily punishable by death or imprisonment at the discretion of the ENFORCERS.

WE ARE SCREWED.

This is a work of fiction.  Log off and go vote!

11 comments:

Shelly said...

Whew- even that as fiction had my heart racing. I've already voted, and am praying for our nation today.

vanilla said...

Shelly, scary stuff; glad it is simply the ramblings of a warped mind.

I wrote that about four months ago and put it in queue for today. Almost surprised me when it came up.

Prayers here, too.

Grace said...

And you realize some idiot will find this post and take it for gospel and re-post all over the interwebz....We'll be voting this afternoon - my husband has his schedule and we have to stick to it - vote after lunch and nap...

vanilla said...

Grace, perhaps we will luck out and no idiots will read this blog. Few others do. And I appreciate those who do. Enjoy zzz nap.

Secondary Roads said...

Prayers before, during and after casting the ballot. I know you did not instruct me to pray, but I just had to do that.

FWIW, prayers were for mercy and grace and that His will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

vanilla said...

Chuck, well done!

Rebecca Mecomber said...

That's fiction? I thought it's all in the "Patriot" Act.

Lin said...

I dunno, my polling place was pretty scary this morning. There were a few senior gals taking their job REALLY seriously. I thought we were gonna get frisked.

vanilla said...

Rebecca, I suspect you are right.

Lin, I present my passport as ID. Freaks them out; they expect driver's license and don't know where to look for what they should record. Well, small town, doncha know?

Ilene said...

And you think my mind goes crazy places!!
You have to have photo ID in Indiana? All I had to do was give my address.

vanilla said...

Ilene, crazy places?
No photo ID? How do they know who you are? (Some of my acquaintances are truly annoyed with the rule. What's wrong with it?)