It’s the day after the general election. America lost. The election was stolen. Again. The world lay silent. No one is around to protest, as Judges in lands far and wide are bought and paid for by the Antichrist. People are boarding up their homes, and storing food. They have hidden all their cash. They have thrown their TV sets in the street. They have hunkered down and push back their final tears. It won’t be long now. The pundits are chuggin old Folgers in their Corporate fortified cubbies, still analyzing the polls. The streets are empty except for the Blackwater Force. They are guarding the hole in the ground left by the bomb blamed on someone from the Axis Of Evil. No one is allowed to collect evidence. On the town Jumbo Tron is a giant political head announcing the decision to nuke Iran. The haunting words echo down the empty sidewalks. No one hears it, but their Warrior God.
They were warned, but they were in a recession. They were warned, but the tears fooled them. The slicked back hair and great looking kids fooled them. People thought there were opposing sides. It turned out to be an ancient hoax. They were warned, but they were not up to it. They voted for the wrong person. They didn’t really understand what was at stake. There are millions of children with no future. They kneel and pray yet again, but hear that still small voice within……again.
God helps those who help themselves. And…now….a thousand years of peace, as they define it.