Destruction Trumped Construction


by Speer-Williams –

Destruction-the action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired.

Somehow … don’t ask me how … I made it through.

The first thing I remember was the downstairs end table lamp had burnt out. I made a mental note to tell Momma about it in the morning.

I had awoken from a dream, a bad one. Something terribly bad had happened in the world, but I just couldn’t remember what the dream was about.

I always had a hard time with dreams – remembering what they were all about – something my Momma said was important to do.

“You’re only eleven years old, Billy,” Momma reminded me. “You’ll get better at it as you grow up. Then when you’re grown up too much … like me … you’ll lose that ability.”

“Why’s that, Momma?”

“Well, Billy … in many ways … growing old is like becoming a baby again. Then in time, you do become a baby again.”

“I get it, Momma. After awhile you become what the baby was before it was a baby.”

“Yes, Billy … you’re my smart young man.”

The next thing I remember from the fateful morning after my bad dream was one of my older brother Joey’s made-to-impress smart remarks: “Momma, it’s just a power failure.”

“Well, Mr. Smartass, Mr. Know-it-all,” responded my uncharacteristically frightened mother, “why wouldn’t my Nissan start this morning

Momma was a plain-spoken, but loving woman. Then from a table lamp, to a car the cascade never stopped.

I have often wondered why so many people died within the first six months without electricity. That didn’t happen to earlier Americans.

Lincoln didn’t have any electricity. Andrew Jackson must have used candles. Did George Washington have electricity at Mount Vernon?

No, but during the times of those luminaries, almost everyone grew food, at least on a small scale.

And those people had fireplaces with plenty of cut and stacked firewood. And most had a horse, without any sophisticated and very complicated electronics attached. Cars were yet to be invented and mass produced.

People back then lived without any telephones, computers, or bank accounts.

Fax machines and television sets were science fiction, while home computers weren’t even fiction.

Living on a couple of acres in Kentucky helped the three of us (Momma, Joey, and me) to survive for a space, but my main concern was my old skinny dog, Blake.

Much too soon, our garden gave out, along with our firewood. The table and chairs went next, along with parts of our old house. We all panicked when smoke from our fireplace filled our house. With no way to clean out our chimney, all we could do was to dampen the fire, open the windows and doors and freeze.

Everything I once took for granted became precious to me. Stuff like running water, TV movies, school, video games, and the Cincinnati Reds.

But, I tell you straight out, without our old water well and hand pump, we wouldn’t have lasted a week.

It was August, I think, when the world stopped turning. And by winter the power was still out, at least where we lived.

I remember getting really pissed at the assholes in Los Angeles and New York who weren’t helping us poor Kentuckians. I was well into my teens before I learned what I guess everyone else in the country knew long before. A high-altitude, electromagnetic pulse bomb had fried our national power grid, throwing the entire country back into a dark age.

Momma didn’t make it through that first winter, and Joey was too weak to help me bury her.

Then in the following January, or February, I had the problem of burying Joey. All I had left was my ole Blake, my old skinny Golden Retriever, maybe the first to ever exist on one-half of a semi-rotten potato (and skin) a day.

I was just a boy, but I had to grow up fast, or die.

But far too soon, ole Blakey Boy left me too. It’s odd, I didn’t cry when Momma or Joey died, but I did over Blake. Go figure.

It was over a year, I think, as some days I’d forget to mark my calendar, before the world began to turn again – at least for a couple of hours a day, here and there.

Then the Russians and Chinese came and things got a bit better. But then again they may have been the ones who got things going at all.

Today I believe what Momma used to say, You can’t trust the media. In North Korea, people are forced to listen to propaganda; in America, people do it willingly.

All I can do, after living in the dark age for a long time is to tell you stuff you have probably already heard.

The American government had been taken over by some war nuts called NeoCons, the masters of destruction. They were known as the …

They had thrown our country into deep debt by financing a lot of wars on innocent people, all under the thin pretense of national security and spreading democracy.

As I’m told by the few old guys I respect, those NeoCons loved to destroy infrastructures: foreign ones with bombs, ours with neglect.

And what was never neglected, because it was never built, was protection for our national power grid.

A small portion of what the unprotected US power grid used to look like

And as I’ve been told by those same old men … “Billy, before you were even born, we had the terrible 9/11 disaster. Ever since then, the United States became anathema to all the people outside of the NATO nations.”

And as the story goes, Russia and China got together, determining something must be done before the US NeoCons threw the entire world into a holocaust with an America versus Russia nuclear war.

So for years, North Korea, with its crazy leader, a short, fat guy with three names I don’t remember, was promoted as a nuclear red herring.

This was done to get the American government to heavily focus on North Korea, and the fat guy, as being an atomic bomb threat. It also deflected guilt away from Russia and China, after North Korea set off an EMP bomb in the atmosphere over the American continent.

The old men I talk to from time to time talk a lot about something they call the Shadow Government.

They tell me that the US intelligence agencies served that secret outfit under the direction of the NeoCons.

What those idiots in the American intelligence agencies never knew was Russia and China were feeding North Korea the simple low-level technology of how to build and deliver an electromagnetic pulse (EMP) bomb to America.

It was a delivery, I’ve been told, that could have been done from any old, innocent-looking freighter, from anywhere in the three oceans that surrounded America.

Also, the experts back then said North Korea had the satellites* that could have pinpointed an EMP burst that would have affected the entire American continent.

*From a 13 Aug. 2017 Breitbart News item; According to Dr. Peter Vincent Pry, executive director of the American Congressional Task Force on National and Homeland Security …

“We should not be tolerating the North Korean satellites that are orbiting over our country. There are two of them. And the intelligence community is still silent about them.”

Did that EMP blast wipe out the electricity in the entire nation? I don’t really know. I’ve heard it did and I’ve heard it didn’t.

But I know that back before we were defeated, we had a fat leader too, just like North Korea’s.

Our leader was twice as old as the North Korean fat guy, but seemingly no more mature.

Anyway, our president, I can’t for the life of me remember his name, had never served in our Armed Forces, and certainly he had never been anywhere in the vicinity of any hot stray bullets or shrapnel, but still he liked to talk tough.

He even engaged the North Korean leader in a shouting match, with each of them trying to out-yell or out-threaten the other.

The “crazy” North Korean leader knew what he was talking about; our blundering president did not have a clue. He, like most Americans, thought, “the nerve of that fat-assed bastard. We could quash him and his entire country in minutes.”

But like any street punk from the worst parts of the old Brownsville section of Brooklyn, this president talked like a tough guy. Diplomacy was something this president had no talent or interest in. But the man should have at least hardened our national power grid before he did any tough tawking (as they say on toity-toid street in New Yark).

President Tramp, I think his name was, apparently didn’t give a damn about the ten to twenty million people living within forty miles of thousands of North Korean artillery pieces, all implanted at the DMZ. Also, in and around Seoul were about thirty thousand US troops. I guess our president considered them to be expendable. Collateral damage, don’t you know. The high price of freedom, I suppose.

At any rate, they would have all been nicely remembered at football, basketball, and baseball games … if we ever have them again, said my elder friend Timothy.

But I’m told by those guys I respect that the alternative candidate for the job of the presidency, back in 2016, was a woman, who while not as crude as the guy elected, was far more psychopathic.

She was a secret lesbian,* who was heavily corrupted to boot. And also, she was a slavish whore to the ever warmongering US NeoCons. With her as president, a nuclear war with Russia would have been a foregone conclusion.

*Jason, another old guy who I think might exaggerate from time to time, was the one who told me that the woman was a lesbian, something, he said he couldn’t have done when the world was turning, because he might have been arrested for something called a Hate Crime.

Anyway, the scene was set with most Americans wanting their US government to send enough nuclear bombs to North Korea that they would show the little fat guy who was the real boss, with nary a care in the world about the lives that would be affected by those bombs.

I think central governments are a reflection of the majority of citizens in a nation. So perhaps some great power decided the US government was too fat, so they put all of us Americans on a diet.

Below are photos given to me by Tim, one of my old codger friends, who is eccentric, but I’ve never caught him in a lie. Anyway, Tim swears that millions of Americans actually looked like the one just below.

Really Tim? I don’t remember that.

How did they procreate?

How did they ever sleep on their  stomachs?

Were there any of the affirmative action laws (you’ve told me so much about) that assured them work?

Were slim people required by law to date obese people?

 My friend Timothy after he gained a lot of weight, of which he is proud

I’m fortunate to be living close to some very smart older men who knew the score before the bomb, then lived through its aftermath, and now have a good idea of what’s in store for us.

In any event, the North Korean  attack seems to have gone down just as the far wiser Russian and Chinese leaders wanted it to; and it eliminated a super power, who will never again be a super scourge controlled by those f-ing NeoCons.

The Russians and Chinese (who had protected their national power grids) knew the US NeoCons had probably hardened their nuclear capability, but it proved to be not nearly enough, as we were only capable of destroying North Korea, if we even did that.

Any nation that loses its national power grid cannot wage war to any great degree, certainly not when a country decays as fast America did.

So, what did happen to North Korea? Did the US bomb them with what means they still had available after the EMP attack? I really don’t know any more about it than you do. If anyone has any reliable data about it please send it to me.

I’d also like information about how badly America has suffered from the EMP bomb … such as how many Americans died from it. If America is anything like my little corner of Kentucky, almost everyone died from it.

I’ve heard that some people living near the Mexican and Canadian borders tried walking out of our country. Those who lived to tell the tale said most people followed the freeways that were packed with abandoned cars. But apparently, it didn’t do them much good, as they had to get deep into Canada or Mexico before they could find any power.

The United States of America was once a free, largely educated nation (I am told), made up of God-fearing people. But when Americans lost their formative religion, we lost our mojo.

Today, the Russians and Chinese seem to be running America and everything seems better. At least we have electricity for two days a week, almost every week where I live.

And that, my dear friends, is the story, as has been told to me, of an empire that could destruct but not construct infrastructures.

P.S. If you’d like to email me, please have patience waiting for my reply, as Timothy’s old computer doesn’t work for days at a time.

Thank  goodness ole Tim is a friggin’ genius.


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