Miserable. I am starving to death. I have no food. I have no water. There’s no place to live. There’s no power. There’s no transportation. There’s no communication. There are no health services. There’s no Internet. I’m sterile thanks to the shot. Disease epidemics are pandemic. Infestations are everywhere. The rats are attacking us and each other. The cockroaches are having a field day. This just wasn’t the way it was supposed to be when the new administration (back then) announced its intention to build back better — to invest in the in the infrastructure.
It was 50 stories high. I was assigned an inside cubical ‘apartment’ 8 feet by 8 feet on the 39th floor of 50 floors with absolutely no elevator. I guess they thought the exercise would do us good, going up and down the stairs — some of us were confined to wheel chairs. There was a toilet, sink with a faucet and a drain… not necessarily together. There was no hot water. There was no window. There was a dim LED that shed a little — very little — light on the subject.
The drones never came. We had to go down the stairs to the outside and hope someone somewhere had some sort of food. There were no books and no paper: That would have created too large a carbon footprint. The rats and cockroaches came early. The rats were desperate until most of us began dying. They feasted for awhile. There was no clean up for the dead bodies because there were no sanitation people. The cities couldn’t afford them because there was no money. There were also no police, no health care workers, no firemen, no maintenance whatsoever. Garbage was strewn everywhere in piles.
Education was a joke for awhile until the mandatory indoctrination meetings for Critical Race Theory were abandoned, not that any of us could understand a word of it because it made no sense. There aren’t any children being born any more, so there’s not much use for the NEA.
There used to be gangs of roving thugs, mostly leftovers from Antifa and Black Lives Matter [although they went out of vogue and the names of the violent groups transmogrified rather often], but they dwindled from starvation and death and there’s not much left to burn and loot or even murder. The corporatist governments and billionaire globalist elite pretty much took care of that.
Yes, there are some very happy well fed people living in luxury out there: Those billionaire globalist elite who planned all this, if anyone can call it planning. They live on fabulous resorts with all sorts of resources. They have a lot to entertain themselves with I understand, not that any of us ‘deplorables’ have ever met any of them. We’re below their radar and they are far away.
And to think it only took 9 years….
Our Establishment spent us into oblivion by printing money. It reminds me of the final episode of the BBC version of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe:
“Fiscal policy. . .” he repeated, “that is what I said.”
“How can you have money,” demanded Ford, “if none of you actually produces anything? It doesn’t grow on trees you know.”
“If you would allow me to continue.. .”
Ford nodded dejectedly.
“Thank you. Since we decided a few weeks ago to adopt the leaf as legal tender, we have, of course, all become immensely rich.”
Ford stared in disbelief at the crowd who were murmuring appreciatively at this and greedily fingering the wads of leaves with which their track suits were stuffed.
“But we have also,” continued the management consultant, “run into a small inflation problem on account of the high level of leaf availability, which means that, I gather, the current going rate has something like three deciduous forests buying one ship’s peanut.”
Murmurs of alarm came from the crowd. The management consultant waved them down.
“So in order to obviate this problem,” he continued, “and effectively revalue the leaf, we are about to embark on a massive defoliation campaign, and. . .er, burn down all the forests. I think you’ll all agree that’s a sensible move under the circumstances.”
The crowd seemed a little uncertain about this for a second or two until someone pointed out how much this would increase the value of the leaves in their pockets whereupon they let out whoops of delight and gave the management consultant a standing ovation. The accountants among them looked forward to a profitable autumn aloft and it got an appreciative round from the crowd.― Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
If anyone really thinks that’s funny, they have not yet encountered Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.