Guest Post by Margaret Anna Alice
Below is a fun-size story I wrote a while back. Maybe I should have made it “In Two Years” given the pace at which the resetters are accelerating the controlled demolition of the world financial system, Old World Order, and moral fabric that once tethered humanity together. You and I are working hard to stop it, though, so I’m hoping we can write a happier ending to this prognostication before it comes true.
In five years, no one will remember natural immunity existed. They will call you an anti-vaxxer for whispering such a term while they stand in line for their 187th booster.
In five years, no one will remember where one person’s body ends and the body politic begins. They will call you selfish for thinking you have a right to decide how your body is handled and what transgresses the perimeters of your flesh.
In five years, no one will remember there was such a thing as privacy. They will call you a criminal for suggesting people should be permitted a quiet space away from the eyes of Big Mother, Big Tech, and your surveilling cohabitants.
In five years, no one will remember the concept of independence. They will call you antisocial for wishing to carve out your own destiny rather than relying on the beneficence of OneState.
In five years, no one will remember they have the right to say, “No.” They will call you an insurrectionist for questioning the commands spilling out of the telescreen.
In five years, no one will remember natural birth ever occurred. They will call you primitive for thinking embryos were once fertilized and grown inside the body rather than in a laboratory.
In five years, no one will remember parents once cared for their own children. They will call you anti-child if you wish to live with your progeny instead of surrendering your newborns to the State so you can resume your lives of lazy, submissive convenience.
In five years, no one will remember heart attacks, strokes, and blot clots were previously uncommon among children, teens, and young adults. They will call you anti-medicine for saying the young were predominantly healthy with rare exceptions.
In five years, no one will remember diversity of opinion once existed. They will call you a heretic for choosing to think your own thoughts instead of zealously professing the beliefs issued by OneState.
In five years, no one will remember what responsibility was. They will call you ungrateful if you want to unplug from the Metaverse and seize control of your own life and will.
In five years, no one will remember what freedom means. They will call you a conspiracy theorist for claiming people once had the ability to do what they liked, go where they liked, and think what they liked.
In five years, no one will remember what love was. They will call you intolerant for wishing to bond with a single beloved instead of offering your body to whosoever demands it.
In five years, no one will remember death once happened naturally. They will call you a science-denier if you express a longing to remain alive beyond the term allotted by OneState.
What do you think no one will remember in five years?
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God, Love, Guns, Cash, Silver, Gold, responsibility, hard work, morals, ethics…..
Hate to be negative, but you did ask!
anyone remember reading The Running Man by Richard Bachman (aka Stephen King), eerily prophetic, massive cities where FreeVee was on all the time, surrounded by sour soiled low IQ resisters. Everyone had to wear nasal filters to filter out whatever was in the air. Loved the ending where Ben Richards flies his hijacked airliner into the games building..kinda like 9/11?
Was the movie (1987) based on this novel? I recall the movie, but not the ending.
The movie, with Arnold Schwarzenegger, was based on the story but they fucked it up with bullshit super villians and what not.
yes it was based on the novel (they only kept the “game” part, mostly), but it’s still a pleasure to watch.
In high school, I had to write an essay, a debate/discussion about who should raise a society’s children: parents (who may or may not be fit to do so) or “experts” in an institutional setting, where knowledge about education resides and where all the children’s physical needs can be met.
My essay was very short.
I recently spent a few days with my precious 5 y-o great-granddaughters and I can assure you other than food, water and shelter, the physical need they want more than anything else is your attention and your time. We played a lot of hide and seek, some Barbie, we “cooked” in their play kitchen, we colored and they were chased by the “monster”. The noise drove my wife and daughter crazy, but the girls and I loved every minute of it.
No institution would provide the kind of attention a parent, grand-parent or great grand-parent can and there is no substitution for family love.
Forgot to mention, but I also spent some time with reading, numbers and spelling, as part of the playtime.
Well said and well done.
It has taken my knees 2 weeks to recover, but worth every application of icy hot. My wife complained that I smelled like Walter.
Grandkids are one of the spices of life. Fo Sho
When the greats come along, you are older and it is more difficult to crawl around on the floor, but I still do it and will as long as I can.
You weren’t going to need those knees that much longer anyway. Why not spend them on making them feel special, loved and secure.
Breaking the family unit was one of Satan’s high priorities.
J.Murdoch: Here, let me ask you a question. You heard of a place called Shell Beach?
F.Bumstead: Sure.
J.Murdoch: Do you know how to get there?
F.Bumstead: Yeah.
J.Murdoch: Tell me.
F.Bumstead: Right. You just… you go to the…
J.Murdoch: Where? Where do you go?
F.Bumstead: Just give me a second, will you…
J.Murdoch: You can’t remember, can you?
Dark City (1998)
Bullshit to all those predictions. Except the heart attacks in young people.
In five years no one will remember Dollar Bills hegemony. It’ll be the new kid on the block, Gold Dollah. In five years lefties will still call me primitive. Primitive Pete the Prairie Nigger.