Gregg heard the sound of the helicopter flying overhead. He looked up and saw hundreds of pieces of paper floating down from the whirlybird. He reached out and picked one of the fluttering leaflets out of the air before it came to rest on the ground.
After reading it, he dropped the leaflet and stood there almost petrified. Whatever hope anyone had for a peaceful transfer of power was surely lost with this news. Carrying an armful of leaflets, Gregg ran back to the small rural community. He needed to make sure the townsfolk knew what was about to happen. He was sure that everyone in town shared the sentiment expressed in the leaflets.
After all, this was coal country and they had voted overwhelmingly for the president, who had promised to restore their jobs and to bring back prosperity to their ghost towns.
But his promises went unfulfilled and his once-faithful supporters felt betrayed. The coal mines never reopened and the towns around them and the men who worked them continued to suffer. They had long ago burned their MAGA hats and dropped their naïve support for the lying bastard who gave them hope but only delivered more misery.
The leaflets from the resistance movement warned the townsfolk that, despite losing the 2020 election “bigly,” the president still refused to recognize the results, calling the election rigged and claiming that the results were illegitimate because of the votes of illegal immigrants who had flooded through the porous southern border due to Democrats not funding his wall.
Instead, he called upon his MAGA-faithful in the red states to take up arms against the “liberal elitists” and to fight to the death to preserve his power.
The leaflets warned the townsfolk that the MAGA militia was heading their way and to be prepared to fight them in the battle to protect our constitution and to preserve our democracy.
This little glimpse into America’s future uses the following daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (leaflet), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (petrified), Word of the Day Challenge (hope), and Your Daily Word Prompt (sentiment).
Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question. By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.
What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.
This week’s provocative question came up when I read an article that talked about how the extent that Russia used social media to influence the 2016 presidential election in the United States and the Brexit vote in Great Britain was more extensive than what was originally thought and that such disinformation and misinformation on social media sites continues almost unabated to this day.
With that in mind, here’s this week’s provocative question.
“Is technological advancement a net positive or a net negative?”
If you choose to participate, write a post with your response to the question. Once you are done, tag your post with #FPQ and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.
And most important, have fun.
For this week’s he Weekly Photo Challenge, we are asked to do some visual storytelling with our photography. So here’s my story.
Once upon a time, despite losing the popular vote, a man was elected to the office of President of the United States. This upset many people, since the man who won is an immoral, xenophobic, racist, misogynistic moron.
And so the people took to the streets to protest his election.
The people are still hoping that their story will have a happy ending.
Voter turnout for the Fandango gravatar election was amazing, with slightly more than one percent of my loyal followers casting votes.
And now that all of the votes have been tallied, there is a clear winner. Yes, 83.3% of you voted for me to keep my existing gravatar. Coming in a close second, with 16.7% of the vote, was, “Frankly, Fandango, I don’t give a damn.”
And so, having received an overwhelming vote of confidence, I’m going to stay the course. My gravatar will continue to be Fandango! Hip hip hurray!
“What did you expect?” Blake asked his co-worker, Aaron.
“I really thought he’d change after the election. You know, become more presidential.”
“Oh, for crissake,” Blake said. “He’s a 71 year old man. He is who he is. He’s nothing but a loud, obnoxious carnival barker. And he’s a conman. Everyone who voted for him fell for his con.”
“But I honestly thought he’d grow into the role,” Aaron responded. “I figured that the things he said and the way he behaved during the campaign was just a bunch of bravado and that if he won the election, he’d become a serious president, maybe even a great one.”
“A man that age doesn’t ‘grow into the job.’ And that old man, the one who is now the most powerful man on the planet, grows more senile with each passing day. Thanks to people like you, Aaron, who ate up all of his bullshit, our country is being destroyed from within. It’s like what Abraham Lincoln said. He said, ‘America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.'”
“Yeah, well, Blake, I just couldn’t bring myself to vote for his opponent,” Aaron said. “You know, man. The emails and all.”
“Oh right. The emails.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “expect.”