This Was Never Supposed to Happen

We laughed. We joked. Made fun of the tiny dictator from the east. At least he waited for the spring when the songbirds returned.

Who knows if this message will actually make it through. We’ve still got a connection here in flyover country, but we know it’s only a matter of time. North Korean troops followed the bombs within a day. We aren’t so far from Austin in the grand scheme of things.

This message is dangerous. I’ll have to disappear once it posts. I’m going underground. Surely we can mount some kind of resistance. I can’t tell you what to look for, but there will be signs if you are looking. Can’t stop the signal.

If only there was snow. I could really use some coffee.

11 thoughts on “This Was Never Supposed to Happen”

  1. It’s 11:59 on Radio Free America; this is Uncle Sam, with music, and the truth until dawn. Right now I’ve got a few words for some of our brothers and sisters in the occupied zone: “the chair is against the wall, the chair is against the wall”, “john has a long mustache, john has a long mustache”. It’s twelve o’clock, American, another day closer to victory. And for all of you out there, on, or behind the line, this is your song.

    -Radio announcer, “Red Dawn” (the good one, from 1984)

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