#binl

I was tagged by @disgruntledkittenface and @jacaranda-bloom to post a snippet, this is from the very new (and somehow almost finished) @1dclicheficfest fic I'm writing. It's currently 5,5k and I'm having a lot of fun with it.

Louis tightens his hold on the umbrella as he steps into view, narrowing his eyes and trying to make himself taller than his honest 5’8. The person in his kitchen - because there is a person in his kitchen, and Louis thinks he should probably be scared now - has an apron tied around his waist and a tray of cookies in his hands, and the whole situation is so bizarre that for a moment Louis can only stand there and stare.

The person hasn’t noticed him yet, and Louis watches as he delicately places the cookies onto a cooling rack, long fingers meticulous in the way they arrange the biscuits. They smell delectable, and Louis’ stomach gives an impatient growl.

A too loud growl, apparently, because the person in his kitchen jumps and whirls around, and Louis only belatedly remembers to hold up the umbrella.

Some of the cookies tumble off the tray that the intruder had been holding, and Louis absently watches them smash to the ground, his stomach clenching at the thought of having yet another thing to clean up. But he’s distracted from that soon enough, by the man taking a step towards him. “Oh thank God,” he says, stops moving when Louis angles the umbrella in his direction, the tip of it almost close enough to touch the man’s chest. “You’re home.”

For a good portion of the second half of the 20th century, the United States had a clearly defined bogeyman, fall-guy, and nemesis: the pinkies, reds, and commies of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (CCCP). Then, in the early 1990s, the CCCP crumbled, unable to keep underwriting the avarice and greed of its ruling class, unable to enforce its will upon an oppression-weary populace, and unable to keep up with the sheer might of consumption-centered capitalism coupled with the rapid mechanization and robotization as was taking place in such nations as chose to oppose it. All of a sudden, after decades of silent struggle against a highly demonized foe (see the inclusion of the phrase Under God in the pledge of allegiance that was added to show what godless heathens were the commies), America found herself without a clearly defined enemy.

Into this void came the 9-11-2001 attacks, after which the branches of the U.S. government that were charged with defense and intelligence focused their various highly-sophisticated and well-tuned apparatuses for covert surveillance, espionage, murder, and sneak-thievery not onto an external foe but onto the very individuals whose Safety and Happiness they were supposed to bring about: the American people. We, the People, are now the enemy. We, the People, are now spied upon, listened to, and watched more closely than any terrorist or friend of terrorist who might yet be foolish enough to use means of electronic communication such as radio, cellphone, or Internet. Worst of all, however, we, the People, as a whole, do not seem to mind this oppression, preferring rather to walk the walk we have always walked it, dutifully participating in presidential elections (over which, because of the electoral college, we have little power and less influence), dutifully watching five hours of television a day, dutifully reporting to work and then, as if we were mindless automatons hardwired to strict obedience, spending our hard-earned cash on such superfluous bullshit as we were told – in multiple, exquisitely-crafted television commercials the previous evening – to buy.

There is a balance that the federal government must strike between keeping us, the People, Safe and Happy; but that balance has tilted (and not just during the Obama presidency, but also during the Bush2 and Clinton presidencies) drastically to the side of Safety at the cost of most of our Happiness. We, the People, must find a way to regain the balance that our nation seems to have lost; but, since we are rotting our minds by watching TV, and racking up consumer debt because we cannot control our own impulsive materialism, there is, I think, little hope that we might accomplish much of anything beyond become more fat and more lazy. So, with Osama Bin Laden dead, the regime of those pinkie-commie bastards long since withered away, and our worth as a people plummeting daily, perhaps we truly deserve our bogeyman status. Hrm.