Title:           >2016 >nervously traversing the wastes between my shantytown and my fac
Author:          crystalakov
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First Edit:      Wednesday 17th of October 2012 10:23:49 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 17th of October 2012 10:23:49 PM CDT

    >2016
    >nervously traversing the wastes between my shantytown and my factory job
    >can't afford to take the enclosed tollways, must take shattered county roads which are overgrown with weeds due to a lack of investment in public infrastructure
    >hear a high-pitched engine whine approaching
    >bandits
    >look in vain for a police car, know the new private cops don't bother with our safety...not since the unions lost the Walker Wars
    >as the group of hooded white supremacists steps out of their hovercraft I think of my twelve children--I didn't want to have them, but after the personhood amendment passed I had no choice
    >I raise the cheap gun I use to hunt game, since I have no food stamps anymore
    >gun explodes in my hands, covering my face and torso in shrapnel
    >Through my agony I remember there are no regulations ensuring proper manufacturing standards anymore
    >Hear a throaty chuckle
    >The bandit leader speaks: "Guess they sold you a shitty gun, huh? Well don't worry..."
    >he raises his Fag Stomping boot
    >I roll on my side, see sunlight gleaming off the Job Creator Domes, imagine all the children inside, wondering if they'll ever know how easy they have it
    >"The free market will fix it."
 
    >Welcome to Romney's America