WOKE, SCENES FROM THE FUTURE; this piece is for you, my lovelies; a new and unique form of FICTION/FACTION
If you ran it by a "brave alt. aggregate news outlet," to see if they wanted to publish it, they'd run away like a mouse from a falcon, a deer from an anaconda; but you can handle it, right?
January 6, 2046.
What are people saying these days? “Things have gotten much worse. Sometimes it’s hard to know which side we’re on…The lines are blurred. The issues are all mixed up…”
—Just posted on Grand Slam. In NC, these tentacles are real. They’re found on teens. Growing out of their stomachs. The largest ones are about an inch long. The suction cups are very small. You need a microscope.
Caused by GMOs? Roundup? Antidepressants? Unknown aerosols? Vaccines? Nobody knows shit. Nobody’s testing.
Here in New Ral, the local papers aren’t even reporting on it. They’re caught up in the gang wars. The Black Fortune Hunters vs. the Pacific Cartel Boys. And over 1500 dead, from the new version of Fentanyl.
I’m huddled down with a group of cops on the North Side in a private home. The cops are shooting gang members on sight. They’re convinced there’s no other way.
Eloise Lindell, a former soccer mom, has her own group of girls. They have significant firepower, and they’re offing street drug dealers in the shopping district.
US Senator Eldridge Lester Jones just streamed, and told his followers here: “No bones about it. I’m with the Fortune Hunters. I’m tooling around town with my security team, and we’re popping any Pacific Cartel boys we see. We own this city. The Mex crowd think they can set up a transship hub here. They’re wrong. We’ll burn their drugs, and we’ll win the midterms, too. Don’t forget to vote for me. We caught on to all that shit money coming out of Brussels for my opponent. We don’t need those slime. I know you want street justice, and I’m giving it to you on my own dime. Face it, the prosecutors in this town want you dead. They’re releasing every scumbag the cops net. The prosecutors are next on our list. The Prep Trannies and I just signed a cease fire. They see the writing on the wall. We have to join forces and drive the Pacific boys into the sea. After that, I’ll personally deal with the groomers in the schools. Your kids will be safe. The FBI isn’t welcome here. I already made that clear on the floor of the US Senate. Stay out of our way. We’ll solve our own problems. I’ll tell you this. My Party leaders back in Washington are standing aside. They’re waiting to see how well I do here. If you elect me to a second term, that’s going to send a signal my strategy is working. Then I’ll shake enough money loose to build a new incinerator next to the Forrestal landfill, where your kids are dying from the poisons leaking into the ground. We’ll burn all that shit, and I mean all of it. Last week, state guard climate troops broke into cattle and sheep farms outside town. They turned over tractors and shot a few hundred animals. We eventually turned them back. It took a massive effort. Some of our boys died. We’re still sorting out the casualties. But we’re not going to back down. We all need food. We let them destroy the farms, we’re in big trouble. Come out on the streets tonight and protest these climate fuckers. We’ll have recruiters there to sign you up for defense against the state guard. It’s all coming down, folks. The government wants to shut down our city and destroy it. That’s the reality. The Fortune Hunters and I aren’t going to let that happen. The drug business is OUR business. Like I keep saying, we own this city.”
December 12, 2022
Mr. Rappoport, you claim you’re writing about the future, and this somehow exonerates you from a charge of incitement.
No. I say a charge of incitement allows the authorities to make up stories. They can claim a writer caused another person to commit a crime. By that theory, I could assert that what you’re saying now could inspire a violent act.
Let’s not wander. I’m not being interviewed by this committee. You are. So what IS your position?