The Boy

The surface of the ocean was unusually warm that year, and while it certainly had been in the past, usually by this point in time any ocean warming has peaked and the resulting weather patterns returned to normal.  This warming was causing drought in Australia, but California, that has undergone record extreme drought, was finally getting some relief.  As the floods caused landslides destroying the hillside homes that never should have been built in the first place, the weather was becoming the top story on every newscast.

People who spent millions of dollars on their mansions away from the valley peons were regularly shown as victims, complaining about losing everything as if someone who would spend tens of millions of dollars on a house wouldn’t have also gotten flood and homeowners insurance policies.  The valley peons had witnessed similar coverage of the crying when multi-million dollar hillside homes were lost in the fires of the previous summer, and were beginning to tire of trying to care for the self-inflicted tragedy of those who just had to be above everyone else, both literally and figuratively.  They knew this was not some great inferno of entire cities, some freak of nature event; no, this was people paying the price for building houses in places that houses should never have been built, solely in an attempt to feel superior.

And the Nightly News continued with images of these people crying about their lost possessions when their own cities’ economies continued to struggle from the closing of so many factories and the loss of jobs to overseas.  And still they failed to see the slap in the face they were giving the people who were struggling from day to day.

When the emails were released from the University’s Dean, showing how the oil baron attempted to get the scientists looking into the earthquakes being caused by fracking, a small segment of those struggling began to notice the larger picture.

They met in abandoned buildings.  To the outside elite, they were likely squatters, a problem to be dealt with later when the building was torn down to make way for the taxpayer funded sports arena that would begin construction the following year.  The election rhetoric continued throughout the summer as the floods and landslides continued.  None of the candidates giving more than lip-service to the real problem, the real issue.

As they met in secret, rather than stepping over the homeless people on their way, they invited them inside, and listened to their stories of the hard times that had befallen them, and how once down, they were kept down through denial of services, intimidation, and discrimination.  They told their stories of being routinely accosted by sadistic people who just wanted to hurt something, and had dehumanized them to such a level, they became their targets.  They told stories about how easily they became targets, due to lack of shelter and resources for which to defend themselves.  Some people brought food and hot plates, and set up a makeshift food kitchen for their new friends.

They invited in the anti-government crowd.  They invited them in to listen, and tell their stories.  The groups were so opposed on issues, but experiencing the same problems.  Through conversation, without the spin of the powerful elite, they came to some agreements.  The anti-government crowd became less anti-government, and more anti-government corruption.  The original meeting holders taught a lesson about the class war that had been waged on all of them, through the government corruption and influence of money.  They gave examples of how the money controlled media was being used to divide and keep them from challenging their power.

And soon, every abandoned building had the meetings.

As the new President-elect gave their victory speech, the ratings were staggeringly low.

The following week, the training began.

Everyone could do a job, the fit and able bodied were drafted, the artists and intellectuals were called upon to recruit and plan, those with military connections began to talk to their friends within the armed services about their oaths to uphold and defend the Constitution of the United States, from all enemies foreign and domestic.

The first assassination took place on Inaguartion Day.  But it wasn’t the President, or any of the elected officials in attendance.  A sniper’s bullet exploded the head of the new President’s largest campaign donor.  The calls to the corporate headquarters were made 1 minute later.  30 minutes after the evacuations were complete, the dominoes fell.  Lobbying offices were destroyed.  Corporate officers who had tried to rig the political game for the greed of themselves and their shareholders disappeared.  Nobody knows what happened to them to this day.  Not a super-yacht remained within US territorial waters, only burning oil-slicks where they were once moored.  Not a single elected official was harmed.

But the message was received.  Governors’ attempts at activating the National Guard fell on deaf ears.  The new President attempted to declare martial law, but the military stood down.  Congress called an emergency session.  They unanimously passed an amendment to the Constitution banning lobbying and defining money given to politicians as bribery, as opposed to speech.  The states ratified immediately.

That was 10 years ago.  Tax havens for corporations are a thing of the past.  Lobbying is illegal.  The poor are no longer blamed for any budget shortfalls and waste and corporate welfare has virtually ceased to exist.  The American economy is stronger than at any time in its history.  Almost everyone who can be, is employed.  The military budget has been reduced, and although it is still the largest in the world, it is no longer putting America into so much debt.  Wars are fought for our protection only, and not for our “interests”.  The middle class is larger than in any other nation on Earth, and we have a peaceful relationship with most of the world, as we no longer interfere in the affairs of sovereign nations for the wishes of our corporations.

There is more to this, class, and we will cover it later in the week; but class is almost over.  Before you go, I just want you to realize that our country was saved by a boy.  El Niño.

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Author: Josh Wrenn

Cancer survivor, wanna-be artist, musician, author, and all around good guy.

13 thoughts on “The Boy”

    1. Kind of, I don’t like the killing part I wrote about, but definitely the taking of power from the corporate elite and returning it to the people in the most non-violent way possible would be a nice thing, IMO.

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    1. Thank you very much for the nomination but I have decided to go award-free for a few months now. They take too much time away from reading other people’s posts and writing my own. I am very flattered though, and congratulations on your award!

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