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Red Alice #1021; report
Inauguration festivities will be wrapping up in Washington tomorrow. It's unbelievable-- but infuriating more than anything else-- that he felt so secure in office that he could spend $50 million dollars on a coronation. Of course, he did win 70% of the vote, that counts as a popular mandate, right?
Never mind that most of his opponents were disqualified from voting. Never mind that it took the *supreme court* to put him in office four years ago, and he's managed to take all the progress this country has made in two hundred years of freedom and democracy and overturn it. *I* never voted to put President Gore in office.
... but of course that's not fair. Four years ago I wasn't old enough to vote for president, but I would have voted Democrat, back when they were Democrats and not Extremist-Moderates. I thought the other guy was an incompetent, and I was still too innocent to truly believe that we're better off with an incompetent any day; it's the ones who are good at what they do who have the capacity to do real damage. I might still be trying to justify the Moderate regime, if I hadn't been unlucky enough to be one of the ones they came for first.
Heh. Four years ago. Four years ago I had my own *web page*-- it's hard to even imagine that now, that I could write whatever I wanted, for anyone to see, without worrying about what was allowed and what wasn't. Now I'm crouching in a cave in West Virginia, half-frozen because the sick people need to be closest to the fire, writing a diary on a scrap of old newspaper which I'll burn once it's written. After all, it's not like there's anything in the papers except Moderate propaganda. And four years ago I didn't have felony marks on my record for copying proprietary information and downloading "child pornography" and dangerous literature. And three years ago, I didn't even think it would matter that much, except for losing the right to vote...
And here I am, unable to get an ID card, a nonperson, officially a 'terrorist risk' and a 'counterculture subversive'. It was mostly luck that I made it out to Red territory in time; a coincidence of timing that I was still mostly outside the system when the system started devouring itself. The last I heard Mom and Dad were still in Maryland, and on the Watch list. My sister I haven't heard from at all since martial law was declared last year; but she was in North Dakota, which is also a red state, so I hope she got over the border and safe.
I'm going out on a mission again tomorrow morning. Information raid; so few people who are comfortable with computers got out at all, and I'm just going to be the Sam on this run, but I'm still not confident. And the nearest 'net terminal is ten miles down the railroad tracks, in the snow, and the town's going to be over-run with Security police, because they know we're out here now.
Four years ago I was a bored suburban kid, who was hoping something like this would happen to add some excitement to her life.
Never mind that most of his opponents were disqualified from voting. Never mind that it took the *supreme court* to put him in office four years ago, and he's managed to take all the progress this country has made in two hundred years of freedom and democracy and overturn it. *I* never voted to put President Gore in office.
... but of course that's not fair. Four years ago I wasn't old enough to vote for president, but I would have voted Democrat, back when they were Democrats and not Extremist-Moderates. I thought the other guy was an incompetent, and I was still too innocent to truly believe that we're better off with an incompetent any day; it's the ones who are good at what they do who have the capacity to do real damage. I might still be trying to justify the Moderate regime, if I hadn't been unlucky enough to be one of the ones they came for first.
Heh. Four years ago. Four years ago I had my own *web page*-- it's hard to even imagine that now, that I could write whatever I wanted, for anyone to see, without worrying about what was allowed and what wasn't. Now I'm crouching in a cave in West Virginia, half-frozen because the sick people need to be closest to the fire, writing a diary on a scrap of old newspaper which I'll burn once it's written. After all, it's not like there's anything in the papers except Moderate propaganda. And four years ago I didn't have felony marks on my record for copying proprietary information and downloading "child pornography" and dangerous literature. And three years ago, I didn't even think it would matter that much, except for losing the right to vote...
And here I am, unable to get an ID card, a nonperson, officially a 'terrorist risk' and a 'counterculture subversive'. It was mostly luck that I made it out to Red territory in time; a coincidence of timing that I was still mostly outside the system when the system started devouring itself. The last I heard Mom and Dad were still in Maryland, and on the Watch list. My sister I haven't heard from at all since martial law was declared last year; but she was in North Dakota, which is also a red state, so I hope she got over the border and safe.
I'm going out on a mission again tomorrow morning. Information raid; so few people who are comfortable with computers got out at all, and I'm just going to be the Sam on this run, but I'm still not confident. And the nearest 'net terminal is ten miles down the railroad tracks, in the snow, and the town's going to be over-run with Security police, because they know we're out here now.
Four years ago I was a bored suburban kid, who was hoping something like this would happen to add some excitement to her life.
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Wow. It wasn't until I got to this point that I realized what was going on here. Well done! ^^
(Also, nice edit on the icon.) (:
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