Diary of Anne Dirk - Continued
November 10, 2006 (Post election, Amerika)
There is a small hole in the wall of the attic where my family and I have lived in hiding since Adolf Chaney and the corporate death squads came to our town. During the day when people are at work in the blog below us, I sit in a chair and watch the coming and goings of what small portion of the world remains to me.
Terrible things are happening in my town. Squads of deadly S.S. Neocon troopers are stopping people everywhere and asking for their papers. They are checking for party affiliation. People like me are being rounded up and made to wear a bright blue L on the front of their jackets. We are hated for who we are...
At night we can hear the engines of the allied Liberal bombers as they make their way towards the Republican strongholds of Senate and Congress. The earth quakes under the assault of Kennedy rockets and Pelosi cluster bombs. Can they root the asses-of-evil from their
I am just a tiny adolescent girl; does God hear the prayers of liberal children? Even if the allied forces of the Democratic Army arrive too late to save my family and myself, I pray they make life better for future generations.