A vision! -
04-22-2008, 12:56 PM
Brothers, I just had a vision after my long absence from this forums because of a vampire attack that kept me in a deep coma in the hands of God. Here it is from a reborn man!
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The year was 2054, years after John McCain had won the general election. Soon after his landslide win, George Bush had been assassinated by a random terrorist that was never caught, leading to a sudden panic-election in which John McCain had swiftly resumed control of the White House and ruled in Bush's place. All seemed for a number of years, relationships between countries rather stable, and although America resumed occupation of Iraq, the country was never officially stabilised but eventually, terrorist activities became of minor consequence.
Yet a number of years later, the face of the United States had changed considerably by the year 2054. Rational and reasonable people down through history have always believed that men and women should have equal rights, privileges, obligations, and responsibilities under the law. It started with the 19th Amendment giving women the right to vote. In the late 20th century, legal precedent established the obligation of men to pay alimony and child support to their ex-wives; everybody, with the exception of a few curmudgeons, accepted this as fair and just.
Alimony grew from a small temporary stipend that allowed a woman to get back on her feet, to a lifetime entitlement to "live according to the means to which she had become accustomed in marriage," never mind the fact that this women's entitlement often meant that the man had to work two jobs just to afford to live in a run-down rooming house.
Child support also started out as a small stipend to help with the food and clothing for the children--it was a give-and-take: the mother had an obligation to give the father the right to visitation; in return, the father had an obligation to help support his children. Later, child support became an obligation of the father, with no compensatory right to visitation or other balancing obligation upon the mother.
Men who lost their jobs through no fault of their own, such as during the corporate downsizing and outsourcing rage of the early 2000's, and who missed a support payment, were immediately arrested and held until they made payment, becoming de-facto slaves to their ex-wives.
As despicable as wife beating is, "Zero Tolerance" laws were in vogue at the time, which mandated that a man be arrested on the spot upon any accusation of physical or even verbal abuse my a woman. Abuse of men by women through such laws was a taboo subject; anyone who dared speak of the injustice was invariably accused of being a "closet" wife-beater or woman-hater.
Women's entitlements and men's obligations continued to expand through the 1990's into the 2000's as government power grew by leaps and bounds, often under the rallying cry of "homeland security" and "civil justice."
Yet, almost as soon as these changes happened, so did other changes of a more sinister nature...
The most remarkable, and startling difference between America and any other country in the world was that only men could be seen in the country. All of the women had soon mysteriously vanished within the space of a few decades, lessening in number until not one woman could be seen walking any street within the United Sates.
Only the men could be found, mainly working and going about their day to day lives, and a population of young boys and male teenagers from
whom always seemed to be popping up despite the strange disappearance of the American Woman. Nobody questined where they had gone though. The Catholic Church had seen to that, resuming power within the State as the clause of The Seperation of State and Church was nullified. Homosexuality was outright banned across all states, with it being a crime punishable by death.
Another church-instated law was that no Woman at all was allowed entry into the country, and it had been that was for roughly thirty or so years. No woman from any country around the world at all would be allowed entry or santcity into the USA. However, it was noted by many citizens of the state that in the dead of night, shipments would come into the docks of many seaside towns and cities, where shrouded figures would be taken out, all chained together and
herded into trucks, to go where nobody knew. Nobody ever questioned however, the Church never allowed it and all whom dared openly question against it mysteriously vanished, never to be seen again. Nobody admitted to being homosexual, nor questioned the Church or mentioned about the unusual shipments of the night. All brought about the disappearences of those who dared did.
Those that did happen to see the late night shipments would have seen the trucks literally 'drive into the earth' as huge gates within the mountains opened to swallow them up and take them underneath the earth. It was only during the first week of each month, that these peculiar shipments would be brought into the country and into the mountains, and, perhaps more oddly at the end of each month, would other mysterious 'packages' be brought out from underneath the earth, before then being tossed into vast pits of waste refuges around the country, to be buried with all the other rubbish the male population got rid of. Usually the odd packages would number only a few dozen, but occasionally, they would number into the hundreds, filling the earth.
One day, a young man by the name of Jeff woke up to start his first day at work. Jeff was a good Christian, never questioning in the faith of his Church and religion. He always prayed and thanked God for being male, although why he had to was beyond him. Never questioning, he did so without much thought and got dressed for work. He was excited, as it paid well and seemed like extremely easy work, unlike that fishing job he had worked at before in his last job. He hated fish, and although he didn't really mind shellfish like crabs and lobsters, it was Church-forbidden to consume these creatures by the Law of Leviticus. Those whom did were punished by death.
His new job was to sit at the desk of one of the underground complexes, and the only thing he had to do was to ask for the forms of 'customers', check them to see if they were valid, and let them in if they were. If not, he was told to refuse entry. Easy work, and paid considerably well at that too.
It was at that moment when he first walked in when he saw the first customer already waiting. Resuming place at the desk of the complex, he looked at his customer and nodded.
"You got forms for that?" he asked.
He's seen this man once before, a few months back when he first applied for the job. His porcine features, overweight body, hammy sunburnt skin and walrus-like mostouce would serve to stick in the mind of anybody whom saw such a character. The man produced the forms, to which Jeff looked at. Everything seemed in order, and, nodding his head curtly, he pressed the button of the door and an electronic click signalled its unlocking. The fat man smiled and entered through the doors, which then closed shut and silenced what Jeff could have sworn were faint howls and whines of anguish from deep within the underground complex.
The man emerged a short while later, this time carrying a small bundle underneath his arm as through it were worth it's weight in gold. The man tipped his hat and winked at Jeff, then grinned and made his exit. "Hey Jeff, I think you earned a little present on today's good work!"
Jeff cringed inside at the sound of that voice. It could only belong to Barry, the 'boss' of the underground complex. Forcing a smile, he greeted his new boss and chuckled as the older man slapped his shoulder and nudged him towards the door that the other man had gone into earlier. Jeff wondered what he could have gotten, perhaps a sexual favour from the older man. It wasn't uncommon, though illegal and punishable by death from The Church, but he shugged and followed anyway. As he entered the doors...
Women. Hundreds upon hundreds of women were within the room, all chained up in rows as if they were a sort of cattle of which to be kept. Completely without clothes and on their bellies and knees, their spines arched painfully and arms tied behind their painfully thin crouched legs. Given the coldness of the room where heating hadn't even been put in, they were obviously to be kept in as uncomfortable a manner as possible.
Some women were pregnant, their bellies ranging from various sizes of having minor bulges, to large bellies draping down and almost touching the floor, giving the impression of their wombs containing watermelons. Some of the women had shrunken bellies, as though having recently given birth. All had been treated badly, many to which was the point of seriously poor health. One of the pregnant woman was even dead, a notice next to her remarking on the fact that she had been carrying a female foetus, and for which she had been punished for producing such worthlessness. Definitely Barry's work, given the way he was grinning at the sight.
"Such worthless creatures, not even worthy of being considered one of God's creations. The only things they're good for is makin' babies, perhaps maybe a half-decent piffle too when you feel like getting some and don't fancy paying them anything for it." Jeff blinked. "What're the other things?" he asked quietly, trying hard to mask his pity for the captured woman writhing within their bonds.
Barry drew the long dagger sheathed in his belt, the blade glinting ominiously in the dank light of the complex. Barry nodded to a random nearby woman, pointing out a sign on her restaints that showed a skull and crossbones. Jeff squinted, noting the words "Infertile" and also "Disposable".
"Just death." The older man spoke suddenly, before then suddenly plunged his dagger into her exposed back. Her muffled screams came high and loud beneath her gag. Hot blood spurted from the wound, spraying all around faintly and leaking everywhere. After a moment or two, slowly her form begun to sag, her body merely spasming before her body gave out on her and her head lolled to the side, obviously dead as red liquid pooled underneath her trapped form.
Barry shook his head and signalled with a click of his fingers, calling Michael over just as he entered again with the trolley that Jeff had seen him take out not so long ago. Barry gestured to the dead woman and nudged her leg with his boot, then wandered off to give a kick or two against a few other women who must have sensed that another of their numbers had been taken, given the fact that they were writhing in a similar manner to a restrained person that was stricken with terror.
"Another one gone, he's killing at least two of the things every day now..." grumbled Michael, more irritated at the fact that he had received another package to trolley out rather than at the rank injustice of the girl's pointless slaying. Jeff stared after Michael, unable to believe his callous attitude that he was more bothered about doing more work than he was after witnessing such a cruel and brutal killing. Even garden pests and vermin weren't treated in such a horrific manner just for merely existing.
Snapped out of his thoughts, Jeff looked up and saw Barry slapping his shoulder and grinning at him in a disarming manner, and Jeff wondered if perhaps he'd let his mask slip and show a fraction of his confusion and disgust. The older man then smiled and gestured around at all the women that. Again, Jeff wondered What on Earth all these women done to deserve such a terrible existance.
"We hate them because they denied us our place in Heaven, denied us our place with our Lord who made us in His image. Eve was the first sinner, and so through her, we are all doomed to suffering on Earth. It is because of women that there are wars, strife, hunger, illnesses and death. All suffering on Earth was brought about by women, and it is our place on Earth as our Lord's most supreme creations to right the wrongs of what women did against what perfection He had created. Only by doing this can we find Salvation in Heaven with our Lord, and reign control of women so that they do not deign to drag us down into Hell where each and every one of them are bound for."
Barry then sighed and aimed a vicious kick at one of the strapped down women nearby, sneering as he ignored the howl of pain she emitted from his attack.
"Death is the only thing good enough for these things, why I even work with them, I don't know..." He broke off, before smiling as he turned to the younger man. "Anyway Jeff, your shift's long over now, it's time for you to go home and have a good rest. In fact, take tomorrow off and go out with some of your
mates. Don't you worry about it, it's on me. You be a good lad and have a good time. God bless you, son."
Jeff nodded and thanked Barry, his gorge rising at what had transgressed over the day as he exited the complex and left the building to go home. Looking back at the building, against the darkening sky, the complex loomed, a dark hump of misery and anguish blighting the land he thought he once knew and loved...
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AMEN!
God please forgive me for they know not what they're doing and I can't show it to them.
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