When the power twinkled across the west coast, everyone assumed it would stop and that the lights would continue to glow as they always had. After the second day of darkness, people started filling the streets, which were too narrow for all the peoples that were normally so well ordered and stacked up in highrise apartment buildings and business offices.
The streets became a hard press that seemingly squeezed the frothing hate out of humanity like juice from a fruit. Violence was widespread by the third day.
Grey haired men with bald crowns raised their golf clubs on high and led raiding parties against the Whole Foods Co-operate, who had created a union with the offensive line of the San Francisco 49ers. Feminists were the first to form their own military, the ground work having already been done and the propaganda already running at full speed. Male hipster died by the thousands, golden glitter beards flashing under the sun.
Honest folk in the countryside didn’t notice until property tax and bills dealing with the government's need to protect land ownership against government interference didn’t show up in the mail.
Me, I sat atop the roofs and watched it all like a Mormon kid finally allowed to watch TV, hooked on reality shows. I watched the vegans turn omnivore the moment grocery stores ran out of whole grain, low fat, gluten free --- whatever those people eat. I watched fat middle aged women kill girls in tiny yoga pants. The fat bitches finally taking their rightful place at the top of the mating ritual due to power of will and muscle, fat returning to a symbol of plenty.
I watched the tech elite crawl away from a world that no longer had a use for them, their keyboards held up like shields against the advancing low-techs. I watched rich men burn hundred dollar bills in campfires beside Ferraris with empty gas tanks.
The preachers didn’t change much, they still stole from the stupid and the desperate.
Next stop, the East Coast. I wonder how quick D.C. will get torn apart. They can’t distract the world this time.
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