Thread: 40 Years from Now, America will Look Like?

Let me see...what could it be like:

Women's rights and equality will be gone.

Bandits will travel in pickup trucks robbing and stealing from small enclaves in 'rural' areas.

Pollution will be rampant. Water undrinkable

Children of current gang members will be 'leaders.' Rule of law becomes rule of force. The nuclear button goes into the wrong hands.

The common language will be Spanish.

No tolerance for other religions (Catholic only) or races. Society becomes very segregated.

The sex trade industry is a big money maker.

Child molestation and rape are accepted practices.

Cock fights...dog fights...etc. become common entertainment.

Education is no longer important.

Medicine as you know it today turns into third world care givers. Unicef will try to help, but are afraid of the high level of violence.

Think of New Orleans when you want to think of what can happen....just for a longer period of time. The intial revolt will be similar to the Planet of the Apes except in the end there will be no attempt at establishing laws and rules. Rule of force will apply.

Here's a cartoon version of what it might look like.

Have you ever seen the move MAN ON FIRE w/Denzel Washington? Thats exactly what America will be like. And I can bet that most American will relocate someplace else.

Originally Posted by Fedup

Here's a cartoon version of what it might look like.

OLE JOSE!

In 40 years possibly all legal citizens will have chip implants as IDs to have access to social services, employment, etc. The immigration reform did not succeed, but America learned a great lesson from it. This country almost came to another civil war, but something intervened (maybe another terrorist attack) and brought the country to it's senses. Borders are secured with some new cutting edge technology. The name GW Bush is mentioned with as much disdain as Benedict Arnold. Middle class America no longer supports democrats or republicans and the independant politicians are those most favored. Large corps and small businesses have been affected by enforced immigration laws....more citizens have better wages, CEOs make lower wages, Although there is still a gap between the "haves" and "have nots". English is the official language of U.S. and it is unlawful to post public signs, documents, etc in any other language. Hydrogen fuel is successful and we remember gas as nasty wondering why we did not develop alternative fuels sooner.

sorry, but I like this better than overrun by illegals....

Originally Posted by krazynbama

In 40 years possibly all legal citizens will have chip implants as IDs to have access to social services, employment, etc. The immigration reform did not succeed, but America learned a great lesson from it. This country almost came to another civil war, but something intervened (maybe another terrorist attack) and brought the country to it's senses. Borders are secured with some new cutting edge technology. The name GW Bush is mentioned with as much disdain as Benedict Arnold. Middle class America no longer supports democrats or republicans and the independant politicians are those most favored. Large corps and small businesses have been affected by enforced immigration laws....more citizens have better wages, CEOs make lower wages, Although there is still a gap between the "haves" and "have nots". English is the official language of U.S. and it is unlawful to post public signs, documents, etc in any other language. Hydrogen fuel is successful and we remember gas as nasty wondering why we did not develop alternative fuels sooner.

sorry, but I like this better than overrun by illegals....

You can find that novel in Fantasy land.

Get with the times....chip implants are all over the place. Sci-fi? NOPE!!!!


Take a moment to understand what is really going on!!

Hey thanx for all the inputs.

I'm thinking of going in two different directions:

1. In which Illegal invasion was stopped, but, at a great cost.

2. In which diaspora does take place.

So, I will be working on distinctly two different stories. Wish me luck.


I'll show some of it here as soon as I'm done. Most likely in a comicbook format. It may take awhile.

Duh, Article IV, I know that chip implants are all over the place, I'm just expressing they might be used for this purpose. I do know what's going on or I wouldn't be on this website for one thing, so don't criticize me for my thoughts and opinions please.

Furthermore, I am naturally an optimist therefore this MAY not be a fantasy! I am a teacher, and positive thinking is my crutch.

Borderland (R)


"Between Heaven and Hell; there lies Borderland..."

(Murder mystery/Triller)


Cast:

Two Investigators.


Jefferson Lonetree: FBI

RunningBear "Lit' Bear": Local border patrol. Gram Green Type. long white braided hair. colorful Cowboy hat with an eagle's feather.



Issue One:



Prologue: "Painted Desert"



Plot:

Jefferson Lonetree is a FBI investigator on a long road home to see his ailing mother over the holidays.

Talks to his mom.

While home, His cell phone rings. His boss wants him to investigate a local homicide since he is in the area. Apparently, a serial killer run amuck, raping and killing "Illegals" along the Border.

Lonetree agrees to help the local authorities help investigate the scene. A longtime friend and Border Patrol is going to pick him up.


Hero's Mom's bedroom where his mom lies in bed.

Hospice Nurse came by and is about to leave.

Hero starts to get up to see her to the door but the nurse says, "You don't have to come out."

Hero:"Oh.."

Mom in her bed: "She likes you you know..."

Hero sitting by her side: "Oh, I know." They both smile.

Then he gets a call from the Bureau:

He gets up and goes down the hallway to the kitchen where the angelic Sun is shining brightly in from all angles.

"Let's see, I got the name here.." rummaging through a pile, "OK, here it is, a guy name RunningBear. He belongs to the ..."

Hero: "I know him." He looks in the fridge for something cool to drink. He finds some beer.

"Corona?" he says to himself surprised.

"You know him?"


Hero: "Yeah, We grew up together. Not too far from where I'm at... Yeah, It's good, haven''t seen him in awhile. Chance to get back." checks the drawers for bottle opener. Then he realizes he can just twist it open. He starts to untwist.

"Good. OK then," puffs, "anything you want ..."

Hero: "No, I'll get back to you when I get there. File a report..." Starts to drink after he hangs up.

"Hmmm.." enjoying the sour gulp.

"OK. Good-luck then." Boss thought to himself. Looks at the phone funny like there is some guck on it. "Idiot. Never was much of a conversationalist."

Then he gets a surprise looks on his face as he sees a foot thick pile of file his secretary just landed on him and walked off.

"Not even a cold cup of coffee?"

Secretary shows her hands: "Two hands," walks out.


Part One : Wile E. Coyote

It was high noon and air conditioning was only saving grace. He checked his mom once more to make sure she was OK, then he went back to the living room to watch some cartoon with his Corona.

Coming from Chicago where he had to deal with all the stupid Illegal protests stopping traffic near his downtown office that spring, he didn't particularly like the idea of drinking Corona which was made in Mexico, but, he felt he had little choice considering that's all there was.
He rationalized it by telling himself he never bought it. Sort of like the way the Illegals always rationalized why going El Norte was not violating America's right to sovereignty since America was a "Continent" and not a "Country".

"Dame," he told himself, "why does this crap has to taste so sweet during summer heat."

He watches Bugs Bunny Cartoons on TV while waiting for the patrol car to show up, laughing at Wile E. Coyote trying to have roadrunner for lunch. The not so Wile E. always failed. He often wondered why Wile E. never starved to death. Just then, he started to hear a sound outside. He looked through the living room window and sees a car parking outside with dust picked up in the distance. Then, having readied, he gets up to go outside with his second bottle of Corona in his hand. Near the main door, he pauses to look back in his mother's direction out of habit before he turns to head out with his coat hanging over his left arm.

Hero says hello to his old friend, and started a conversation on the way to the scene, trying to catch up on some neighborhood gossip. Then, half way, Hero sees someone near the bushes. He tells Running Bear to stop the car and turn back.

Running Bear turned back to come back to the stop where hero thought he saw something. He sees a woman near that bush giving birth to a baby. She has nail clipper and was trying to cut the umbilical cord with it.

He was shocked. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He thought to himself, "what in God's name was a pregnant lady doing in a middle of a desert giving birth to a baby?"

While Lonetree was helping her as best he can, Running Bear called for help. He's seen this all too many times before. This woman was clearly trying to have "an anchor baby," taking advantage of the generous public welfare system in the good old, U.S.of A. The land of milk and free lunch program for the poor.


[Scene in the car after she was taken away in the ambulance.]

Hero still looking stunned with faraway eyes with his hands glued to the steering wheel:

"I don't get it. They're like cockroaches. How can poor people breed like this? When they have nothing..."

RunningBear: "It's the Catholic Church. They wont let them have an abortion.They tell them if you have an abortion, you're going to Hell. I can't blame them. Who wants to go to Hell? Listen, I use to be against abortion, but, not anymore, not when they breed like this. Less of them the better. They're running this Country into the ground for God's Sakes!"

"The White Man has gone soft. They use to wipe us out without flinching an eye, but now...maybe it's guilt."

" See," he went on, pointing at the disappearing ambulance in the distance, "if you would have tried that in Mexico, they would have probably shot her on the spot, kindly sent a bill for the clean up to her relatives, would have called her a ho as a parting note."

Then he puffs in disgust, "I use to hate the White Man. Now, I just feel sorry for them. This is not their problem." He pauses, "It's unfair. Plus, we already got back at the White Man. We have casinos."

They both laugh.


Part Two: Rape Tree

The rape tree was where the "Coyote," or the smuggler raped a young woman as a favor before he smuggled her into the States. Sometimes, they were not so young.

Growing up in this area, he often heard stories of the rape trees where these coyotes had their fun. Sometimes at night, he would hear howling in a distance which he thought were wolves as his mother often told him to try to calm him down to sleep, but, he knew better. They were sounds of women crying in the distance, begging for help.


For the first time he saw the rape tree for himself. The dead woman's body was found not too far from here. They decided to take a look.


Calls back after investigation. Conversation:


Back home, writes a report on laptop and sends the report back to

FBI HQ.

Another Corona, and looks out at night.


Part Three: Tijuana Blues


It was another blistering hot day. It reached 100 degrees that early morning. The summer was coming something furious. He was sweating like a pig. He was out of shape and he knew it.


He decide to take it out on Running Bear:

"Is it always this hot during Spring?"

Running Bear shot back, "It's really unusual for us, even this time of year." Then he added a snide remark, "I thought you use to live here, hmm...? It's not even Summer yet."

Hero was simmering underneath that sweat,

Just what was he suppose to mean by that, '...hmm?' Just what are you trying to tell me Lit' Bear? What? Like, I'm too uppity for you now? Like, I've forgotten my ghetto and my friends from the past? Dame, it was getting hot and he use to get so hyperventilated and agitated when it started to get hot during summer. His mom use to tell him that it was allergy, but, how the hell does an Indian get allergic to the desert. This was his natural environment? What the freaking f*ck happened to him.... He didn't wanna go past that. Not there. He just didn't.

There was something about Running Bear that he never liked, and all the bad habits of his old friend was beginning to come back to him now, like the way he always felt the need to pronounce all his words properly when he spoke. What was it, he told himself? Did the rulers always come down hard on your ass from the nuns if you didn't pronounce all the words properly, or, are you just that slow?

It was like a freaking bad movie about Indians and Cowboys. Something he always dreaded seeing when he was flipping through those stupid channels on TV, "Me white man, you Sitting-Bull. Let us smoke peace-pipe." F*ck it white boy. F*ck it! I ain't buying your crap anymore.
You screwed our people. F*ck it. Oh, F*ck all of you!

Running Bear: "You OK, back there?"

Lonetree was beginning to get very itchy. He was about to break out.

"No," he said, "we have to stop by Walgreen. I need some allergy med."

Running Bear:"We don't have Walgreens around here..."

Lonetree: "Just a freaking drugstore then, OK?"

Running Bear decided no to push it. It was flooding back to him, too. Lonetree use to get very testy when he was suffering from his allergy problems. He guessed it affected people's mood as well.




Part Four: Tombstone



Going to town, he realized how much has changed. Even after only few year, he saw houses going up all around them. Many house he had never seen before. Big shiny houses, he was amazed. They were going up even as he passed.

The housing boom has caught on like wildfire. Even in a middle of an arid Arizona desert, there is no stopping. From early hours of the morning to late at night, they went up. Sometimes all you could hear was the short sharp pounding sound of hammer on nail.

Even birds left this area. All the banging disrupted the sound of the bird's mating season. They couldn't even hear themselves think.


"Shoddy," Running Bear said.

I looked at him funny, "Like what?"

"Shoddy, I said." Running Bear wasn't too happy, "Dame Illegals!" He was frothing underneath his tongue, "F*ckers put all these crap up upside down.These wet-backs don't know which ways up. Hard working, my ass."

"F*ckers chewing tobaccos all day. screwing everything up."

Running Bears was going on one of his diatribes. He must have had it with these Illegals. Border Patrol has a way of burning you out.

"How many freaking years you been on Patrol?" I asked.

"Too many, too freaking many to count. Ah, Don't get me going, 'cause I'll never stop."

I believed him.

"Greedy bastards. They're all the same, hiring Illegals." "Big Ones, small ones. Don't make a freaking difference."

"What are you babbling about?" I asked.

"The Contractors!" Running Bear yelled. "Dame, F*cking Contractors. Greedy F*cking bastards. They hired all these f*cked up Illegals, displacing many of my friends. Good hard working people. They're all out of work!"

He was right, I heard all these Contractors hiring Illegals, but I didn't realize the problem was this bad.
"There aren't too many good jobs for boys who can't afford college. Especially Indian Boys. They took 'em. These F*cks." "Many Boys are back at reservation drinking themselves to death because of these F*cks."



"Who the F*ck cares, right?" "Not these F*cks." "They don't even pay taxes, everything is under the table."

Then he added, "See, I knew this one Contractor. A friend of mine. He said he was trying to play it straight. Trying to stick with his American Boys, but he couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it. All the F*cking greedy bastards all hire these Illegals.They're making a fortune off of these F*cks. Why pay 20 when you can pay 10. Right?"

"They're all just playing us for a fool. They don't care, and all these F*cked up greedy politicians, they're all in on it. Some screwed up Jew came up with this F*cked up theory about Globalism, and how we need to have free trade of humans to drive the wages down. Human beings used as capital. F*cking slave capital! Worthless F*cking Jews! Hitler should have finished'm while he had the chance. F*cking Jews, running all over the world, crying about terrorism, to starting wars to protect Israel. F*ckers. I had Good Boys die too. Good Indian Boys who had no business going over there dying for that piece of crap Iraq. And Bush, this F*cked up Bush. See, he's too stupid to understand, or maybe he's just too crazy for oil. I can't think which is which. Maybe it's both."

"George Bush did this. Jorge F*cking Bush. He F*cked us all! F*cking bastard. And I voted for that piece of crap twice! 'feel like blowing my brains out just thinking about that. What a piece of..."

"You didn't drink this morning, did you?" I said.

"That's right!" he said. "These F*cks are going to hell. They're all going to Hell!" Then he added a one last, " F*ck it."