Chapter III

May 10, 2009

With all the chaos and warring going on within the country right now, it’s hard to keep the events in order. I write when I can. Many days are very hard. We have to sneak about the countryside scavenging for supplies. We do this whenever we can for fear we will run out. Fear is something we live with on a constant basis. Sometimes we don’t know what to fear more, the Muslims, the liberals, or starving to death.

In the beginning, we stole much from every place we could and hoarded in secret places.
I have to admit to my own compliance and lack of moral certitude in these times. I have stolen and killed. But, the need for survival has brought us all to a primitive level.

Thanks to the animal rights’ activists there are plenty of deer for us to eat. But, at some point we will run out of deer too. I’ve learned to enjoy fresh squirrel as well as possum.
The stews we have made are quite tasty. Fortunately we have canned goods stored and buried in numerous places. Every time a liberal comes around, we just shoot them down. I didn’t want to admit to this earlier, but it has become a necessity. Why feed someone who can’t even defend themselves. We give our consciences some respite by telling ourselves we are really only saving them from a far more brutal death from the Muslims if they found them. At least we don’t torture them. We shoot them right in the head.
Down they go quickly and it’s over. It’s become so easy, just like killing the deer.

Back in February, Nancy Pelosi was killed by the anti-war crowd. She never lived up to her promise to end the war. She was speaking before a crowd in San Francisco when the crowd erupted into a violent scene. Members of Code Pink had been chanting, “Nan, Nan, you old dog pan” and Nan Nan the Armani suit sh*t can”. The chants got louder and louder until several members of Code Pink stormed onto the podium, attacking her, shoving her to the ground. Before anyone could do anything to help, Mrs. Pelosi was beaten into a pulp, her Armani suit unrecognizable from anyone else’s thrift shop goods.

We were told that the undertaker could not close her eyes while embalming her. Mr. Underdrag, the Funeral Director, stated that he had never feared a dead body before he had to embalm Mrs. Pelosi. He said those eyes staring at him gave him the creeps unlike anything he had ever felt. Several days after Mrs. Pelosi’s funeral, Mr. Underdrag died suddenly from heart failure. All who knew him were in a state of shock as the man had been healthy for all of his 33 years.

You would think that the media would be outraged over Mrs. Pelosi’s violent death, but instead they wrote about Code Pink as heroes of our time. Several of these individuals were tossed onto the shoulders of San Francisco’s finest protesters and marched through the streets for days. No police dared to go near the Code Pink members. They feared that there would not be anyone on their side if they arrested them. San Francisco’s district attorney said there really was nothing he could do. He stated that the incident was so muddled he saw no way he could bring charges against anyone.

President Hillary Clinton, in a short news conference, stated that she was shocked to hear of Mrs. Pelosi’s untimely death, but she found it difficult to feel any sympathy for her since she had lied to her constituents. Mrs. Clinton said she would be missed by one person, Jack Murtha.

Looting and violence rampaged on for days in the Golden Gate city. It was good they had their celebration when they did. They did not know at the time how little time on this earth they had.

Al Gore was killed in a tragic incident over the desert in the southwest. He was flying over the refugee camps that he had de-funded when he was shot down by the Mexicans who had managed to attain shoulder missiles. His helicopter came crashing to the ground. Unbelievably, he was still alive when the helicopter crashed, but the Mexicans dragged him out, along with some of the refugees, and staked what was left of him to the ground. He died some hours afterwards. All who witnessed this said it was a horrible sight. As Gore went in and out of consciousness, he would shriek through his parched and burning lips. It was a moan really, very inhuman sounding. Actually witnesses said it was more like the moaning of a cow in labor. As this was written in the newspapers, PETA protested against this comparison stating that it was cruelty to cows to compare them to Al Gore. Subsequently, PETA bombed several media outlets, taking out the Los Angeles Times and the Chicago Tribune.

President Clinton stood with her husband at Gore’s funeral unflinching as the orchestra that Tipper had engaged for the event, played songs of nature such as “Bring Back the Bat”, “Everyday An Earth Day”, and “He’s Got the Whole World In His Hands”.

…..to be continued