Wake Up and Open Your Eyes

by Clay McLeod Chapman

He switched back to Fax. No war at all. Just aimless anger. Anger at what they’re doing in the public schools. Anger at the libraries. Anger at vaccination mandates. Anger at—at— Jesus, anger at just about everything.

It was all the other hours out of the day, when he wasn’t watching Fax, that his frustration had nowhere to go. At least here he knew what to be angry about, because Paul Tammany told him so.

You have entered a world you no longer recognize. The life you knew before? The one held together by a social contract and laws? Held together with a paper-thin skin of morality? Of humanity? Yeah, that world no longer exists. Not anymore.

“Mommy went down a rabbit hole…What crawled back up isn’t Mommy anymore.”