2032: The Costs of Liberty

2032: The Costs of Liberty

By

Will Jorgenson

Today I celebrate my 50th birthday, on July 12, 2032, alone in the wilderness of what use to be known as northern Saskatchewan, Canada, but is now part of the U.C.R.S.R.  The only reminder of the life I once lived is a silver heart shaped locket with a picture of My Wife, Our Two Daughters and Me.   Staring at their beautiful faces fills my heart with despair and longing for what once was, but will never be again.

I bought the locket for my wife on her 32nd birthday on November 15, 2019, so our family would always be close to her heart; unfortunately, it now keeps them close to my heart.  I would have moved us all north that day if I knew then what I know now.  They were killed in a nuclear strike from either China or Russia, or depending on what source of information you trust, possibly the U.S. Government. Every day I wish I would have been obliterated with them, but I was fighting a futile civil war that was most likely orchestrated to weaken the last great hope for mankind.

When I heard that every capitol city of every state within the United States of America was nuked on July 4, 2021 I left the militia and went home to Woodbury, Minnesota (MN) to find my family.  Amongst the rubble, that was the beautiful home I worked so hard for, in the remains of the basement was a shadow of ash that looked like a three leaf clover, but I knew it was what remained of my wife holding our daughters close to her body when the bright light came through and left nothing but dark shadows; there was the locket my wife had worn every day since I gifted it to her.

Everywhere, everything was destroyed except a few random buildings that seemed to have been passed over by the inferno of death.  There were no means of communication through the internet, television or cell phones; we were instantly back to the 19th century forms of communication, but stuck with a 21st century sense of privilege and expectations of running water, grocery stores, and instantaneousgratification.

I traveled south to Waseca, MN in hopes of finding my brother and his family but halfway there I realized there were Chinese military vehicles occupying every city and killing all that resisted, so I abandoned my vehicle and started heading north by foot, utilizing the survival skills I had learned in the U.S. Air Force way back in 2002 when 9/11/2001 seemed like a tragedy.

Looking back at everything I have learned over the last 11 years from strangers trying to survive and loud speaker announcements coming from Chinese and Russian military vehicles, it all started on January 6, 2021.  The 100,000 armed veterans and right wing militia surrounded The Capitol Building in Washington D.C. armed with handguns, rifles, shotguns and homemade explosive devices they killed 2,000 capitol police as they blew open the doors of the once mighty and noble republic that was the United States of America.  Once inside they killed another 3,000 secret service agents, and all 435 U.S. Representatives that were there to sanction the 2020 election results.  The Virginia National Guard surrounded the building hoping the insurgents would surrender but they kept shooting and fighting. After another 3,500 troops died the commanding general of the Air National Guard called in the F-15 Strike Eagles and annihilated all 100,000 rebels and decimated the entire D.C. compound.  That event led me to join a local militia to help restore order, but really we just added to the chaos.

Less than seven months later the Chinese and Russian governments joined together to seize the moment of the fallen goliath, and on a day of negotiated peace amongst the fifty states to celebrate their shared historic independence day, they stomped on the throat of the mighty leviathan that was devouring itself before it woke; rested with a full stomach.   Without a functioning government in any of the fifty United States of America, Russia and China were able to bully Great Britain and France into voting the UN into the United China and Russia Socialist Republic, and before the ink dried on the UN Treaty the notorious New World Order had complete sovereign control of Earth.

The U.C.R.S.R. offered all earthlings FDR’s, New Bill of Rights: 1. A Job; 2. An adequate wage and decent living; 3. A decent home; 4. Medical care; 5. Economic protection during sickness, accident, old age or unemployment; 6. A good education.  Of course a guaranteed job is always slave labor, because being put to work is having a job.  The adequate wage and decent living equated to work uniforms and two soup lines, one in the morning before work and one in the evening after work.  A decent home was equivalent to an open bay homeless shelter or military deployments with cots, sheets, and ponchos between the cots separating families.  You can always go see the doctor they offered but those that complained about ailments were considered weak and were incinerated.  Jobs and soup lines were always available even for the children and elderly.  Every day, four times a day, they all watched 15 minute educational videos. "All love equality, all love the republic," chanted in unison at the end of every educational break.

It has been nine years since I have had contact with any other humans. Near Cushing, MN I met a widow and her son.  We traveled together for months.  One day we were scavenging for supplies in an abandoned city when a Russian military convoy drove by, over a loud speaker they were promising the New Bill of Rights and the widow insisted that we go, I tried to talk her out of it but she went to the street with her son, and they shot them dead right there on the spot.  I escaped through the sewer system.  They tailed me for six days or more.  I didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, and the only water I drank was from radiated streams.   There is no way that this free man was going to live that guaranteed life.

Hindsight is always twenty-twenty they say; only if Americans could’ve focused on their obvious similarities instead of their artificial differences.  If only, We the People, united, when our votes actually counted.  If only my wife and daughters were here right now, then maybe I would feel that humanity was worth calling, “Neighbor.” As I understand it, the world traded every ounce of liberty for certainty of security, because they were too afraid to live in the unknown.  I chose the wild, I chose liberty.