Like you, I have been watching the television news reports concerning the protests and rioting occurring throughout our nation.
While watching a peaceful protest, a young woman caught my eye with her sign, which read, “Defund the Police.” If it had not been so sad of a statement, I could have laughed out loud at the nativity and ignorance of her statement.
As a writer, I am going to write a story for you to consider.
Story Begins
A light spring breeze blew through the new green leaves on the aged oak trees lining Americana Avenue in the New Way neighborhood. A year had passed since COVID 19, the senseless murder of George Floyd, the protests and riots in America. The vaccine for COVID was developed in record time, as promised. And big cities, along with their suburban neighbors, were once again resting easy in the land of prosperity and dreams.
Porch lights went off one by one on Americana Avenue, as each homeowner locked their front doors and retired to their comfy, cozy beds. Deep sighs echo throughout suburbia streets as citizens touch their heads down into caressing pillows, propelling them into a deep sleep filled with mythical dreams.
The American people had decided to bring about drastic reform in America and met the demands of the rioters, protesters, and varied groups. A new administration was elected, new laws were written and initiated, and the old laws of order and justice were wiped clean from the books. People genuinely believed in this Kumbaya moment, peace was achieved, and total equality realized.
But like all fairy tales, the tail follows the fairy, and then the truth presents itself. And tonight reality was rising along with the moon, about to shatter the fairy tale into a million shards of razor-sharp pieces beginning with the New Way neighborhood. The plan of America’s destruction was not an in-the-moment plan, but one devised years ago.
It was around one am, about the time when the night creatures were emerging to roam their domain that cars and vans assembled at the entrance of the suburban neighborhoods. Humans dressed in all-consuming black began to materialize from their vehicles and started the assembly of their weapons for the carnage, which was about to occur. Only hand signals were utilized for communication purposes as they put on their gear. One last check of the watches and then the “go” signal. Evil descended upon American suburban neighborhoods like Satan’s cloak thrown across the land.
Sounds of breaking glass and front doors kicked in begin to fracture the night. Suburbia awakes to a night of horror; they will never live to retell. The panicked citizens reach for their cell phones and dial 911, only to have a recording tell them 911 is no longer in service. Realizing their only hope is a ragtag police department left behind from all of the government’s defunding. They search for weapons among the moonlight shadows while the screams for help grow louder within the pounding of their chests to defend their homes. It is too late for action.
In helpless horror, they see their spouses, children, pets, and neighbors dragged out to the front lawns to view the executions. The perpetrators want fear to claim the night, and some even stop along the way to rape or torture their victim before tossing their bodies out onto the soft, misty, green grass. As the water droplets of the earthen dew begin to turn a bright red, one by one families, mothers, fathers, children, grandfathers, and grandmothers are mercilessly killed.
It is nearing sunrise, and the assassins have accomplished their plan. A whistle signal is given to leave, and they casually walk by their victim’s bodies displaying the horror of the night frozen on their dead faces, strewn throughout the neighborhoods.
Phase one is done while phase two is waiting in the Atlantic, Gulf, and Pacific oceans for their “go” signal. Foreign battleships begin to come into view along the horizon of America’s coastline, while the sun rises on the East Coast. Reports of their successful night begin resounding throughout the main organizers, and their institutions. Initiation of Phase two is only hours away because, along with the police defunding, the military was also included. And America’s military was left stripped bare like the pandemic storage facilities from past administrations.
The End, But Not The End.
Ok, so you are probably thinking, “Joni, you have gone off the deep end.” I don’t think so, and I could have made it more graphic and more in-depth, but I thought this would be enough to get you thinking. When people utilize a man’s senseless death to benefit their own disgusting agendas for the procurement of money and wealth, these people, this person, or groups will stop at nothing! Evil is a bottomless pit of darkness, and there is no cushion at the bottom to stop you when you fall because there is no bottom!
What stands between democracy and anarchy is our laws and those who enforce them! You defund them, and America is gone forever! We should be providing them with more funding and better pay! That goes for our Military, Firefighters, Paramedics, and Teachers! And what we should be demanding is our elected official’s salaries come down to the average American’s income. Cities that have large police budgets probably have the higher-ups making more money than you can imagine and none of it trickles down to the workers!
If you want to research the “worth” of our elected officials here is one location and I am sure you can google to find the ones within your locale.
https://www.rollcall.com/2018/03/02/every-member-of-congress-wealth-in-one-chart/
The most important change which needs to be made is that Jesus Christ has to be put in the middle of all of it! If we had been teaching our children to love others as they love themselves, this would never happen. Homegrown terrorist groups, and power-hungry, wealthy individuals would have no footing here! We have been lazy about protecting our rights, our families, and our communities from opportunists who use us, abuse us, and then throw us out with the trash.
So, what is next? That is for you to answer!
God Bless You and God Bless America!
The Tent Maker Blog 