#orwellwasright

You wake up and administer your daily booster shot for the 874th Covid variation and immediately don your CDC approved in-door use mask.

Making your way to the kitchen, you enjoy your FDA / WHO authorized bug-protein meal replacement shake, marveling at its lush green hue, a secret government proprietary blend that is one hundred percent natural.

You turn on your TV to the one state approved news channel, implemented to deter the spread right-wing conspiracy theories.  A breaking news report informs you that the DHS tactical team conducted a raid overnight, where an 85 year-old domestic terrorist and his wife were arrested. A cache of ten organically grown potatoes, four 9mm rounds, eighty-three silver coins, and a banned copy of the archaic ‘Constitution’ were seized and destroyed.  

You are overcome with joy when the next segment reports that President Hunter Biden, the smartest president in American history, was just re-elected after receiving a perfect 100% of votes, for the fourth straight time, exceeding the record of the prior president, his father. It is also announced that President Biden has just signed the latest Ukraine relief bill, sending an additional three trillion dollars to the decade’s long war-ravaged country, a conflict so great that the news no longer provides actual footage of the carnage as to not upset the citizenry. You can only imagine the hell those people must be going through.

You check your digital bank account and find that your Department of Truth in Social Media score is high enough to receive your Universal Basic Income allowance today. Life is so much better now that no one works and the government provides for everyone’s needs. You smile as you see a second deposit from the Department of Misinformation Enforcement; a digital reward for turning in your neighbor who used an unapproved pronoun.

You reflect for a moment on the three year hard labor sentence that was imposed. Deep down you felt it was a tad bit harsh, but then steel yourself, reminded that three years was a mere pittance compared to the lifetime of emotional hell at being mis-identified.

All is right in the world, but you shudder inside, as the specter of Orange Man steals your joy. You realize that the national day of mourning is less than a week away, honoring the sacrifices of the more than five thousand brave gender fluid humans who lost their lives to protect the Capitol on January 6th.