#NotesFromNationalEmergency,
February 17, 2019
Having survived the Bowling Green massacre, Carolyn and I fled north into Maryland, unaware that we were running into the yawing jaws of the NATIONAL EMERGENCY.
We provisioned ourselves at TRADER JOE’s and have bunkered for the night, but I fear Santa Anna’s troops may yet surround us. We are down to our last half pound of good Kenyan roast and our WiFi signal is only 3 bars.
Do not pray for us. Send money that we may pay passage to a safe county far from the Orange Shit Gibbon that dominates the news.
#NotesFromNationalEmergency,
February 18 2019
Carolyn and I survived the night, but woke to find essential services have been cut. C. thinks the trash was not picked up because it’s a holiday, but bad ombres are everywhere.
I have walled in the compound, but fear it will not hold against sustained forces equipped with a ladder. I am down to my last dozen eggs and no one is here to man the omelette station.
#NotesFromNationalEmergency,
February 21, 2019
It’s one week since The National Emergency was declared, and we have have fled north, into a snow storm. Carolyn ventured out for food and to buy clothes at Macy’s while I bunkered down and reinforced our newly constructed perimeter walls.
Roving men with shovels were seen on the street. I suspected they were grave diggers following the death squads, but Carolyn said they were two boys looking to shovel walks.
Several flocks of Canada Geese were seen flying over, so air support from the north has arrived, but this is not a war that can be won with air support alone.
#NotesFromNationalEmergency,
February 25, 2019
It’s been almost two weeks since the National Emergency was called, but we have not yet seen any Mexican troops, though I think a few fellows on the edge of the Home Depot parking lot might be forward scouts. I have steered well clear of them lest I be shot for fraternizing with the enemy.
The winds have been fierce for the last two days, but Carolyn says I’ve got to stop calling them Santa Anna winds because they’ve got nothing to do with that 19th century Mexican general. She’s wrong, of course; women always are about such things.
I fear the coming war. Only a Huckabee can save us now.
#NotesFromNationalEmergency,
February 26, 2019
We have taken to our folding bicycles as we fear that gasoline will be in short supply, the roads will be packed with refugees, and we may have to shelter in caves or small spaces to avoid the approaching hordes.
We pray our tire pumps hold out.
#NotesFromNationalEmergency
March 18, 2019
It’s been one month since the President declared a National Emergency. We have spent the month bunkering and scouting close to home, but outside of a few soldiers ordering Gorditas at Taco Bell, we have seen no soldiers making contact with the enemy.
Today we decided to risk a long distance excursion north, but the roads were empty, the farms green and — most amazing — the tire air was FREE at the Sheetz gas station.
We are confused. On television the President seems to be playing golf and complaining that his racist friends are being called racists. Has the enemy already taken over? Is everything we see a False Flag operation? We are beginning to wonder. Soon we will have to make a decision as to what to do, as our coffee supply is getting low again, and our Almond Milk will be gone in the morning.
#NotesFromNationalEmergency
February 29, 2020
It’s been almost a full year since Carolyn and I walled ourselves into the basement after president Donald Trump declared a NATIONAL EMERGENCY because of... well, I forget.
Was it Mexicans? Salvadorans?
Something....
I stopped posting a year ago, as the basement does not get internet.
Did we win? What were the casualties?
The radio tells me we are in the middle of a terrible plague, and yet out the basement window it appears that basic trash services are uninterrupted.
Or is this dead body collection? Tell me what news you hear.
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