If you're not worried...you're not paying attention.It was after the catastrophe, when they shot the president and machine-gunned the Congress and blamed it on the Islamic fanatics, at the time.Keep calm, they said on television. Everything is under control.I was stunned. Everyone was, I know that. It was hard to believe. The entire government, gone like that. How did they get in, how did it happen?That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn't even any rioting in the streets. People stayed home at night, watching television, looking for some direction. There wasn't even an enemy you could put your finger on.Look out, said Moira to me, over the phone. Here it comes.Here what comes? I said.You wait, she said. They've been building up to this. It's you and me up against the wall, baby. She was quoting an expression of my mother's, but she wasn't intending to be funny.~ Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
Saturday, April 9, 2011
It's you and me up against the wall, baby.
Posted by Whiskey Sour at Saturday, April 09, 2011