Just Desserts
by Alfred Lehmberg
The sad old man lay supine on a moldy cot in the allotted cold-water walk-up to which he'd been summarily, even rudely, assigned. He was lucky to get even that, he knew. Still, he was harboring an aggrieved misery not understood in an age where a majority of the aggregate can still pay its bills.
The reader discovers that the old man's possessions had been recently confiscated and his property seized. Additionally, his savings were liquidated to cover inflated, albeit felonious, medical costs. He thought he had provided for all this... "All this" was... just to start.
The reader discovers that the old man's possessions had been recently confiscated and his property seized. Additionally, his savings were liquidated to cover inflated, albeit felonious, medical costs. He thought he had provided for all this... "All this" was... just to start.
He was the last one left. His family and friends were all dead in the dread triad's trifecta of disease, euthanasia, and homicide. Human Existence had gone, and decidedly, to hell on a rocket sled.
His children were murdered noncombatants numbered in the "Rain Forest Wars" of 2028. ...A brother, tragically, by his own hand in a final resignation of all futility when his family passed in a similar if unrelated contention. Friends and acquaintances... some in ways defying description, reader. Real blaze of "glory" acts of pathetic desperation and angry despair... patheticism on parade.
His own totally unheralded and wholly unmourned death loomed as a preferable event to that which he'd witnessed for others with his own eyes, remembering the terrible loss and loses of his own children... he was glad, now, that they were gone...
His children were murdered noncombatants numbered in the "Rain Forest Wars" of 2028. ...A brother, tragically, by his own hand in a final resignation of all futility when his family passed in a similar if unrelated contention. Friends and acquaintances... some in ways defying description, reader. Real blaze of "glory" acts of pathetic desperation and angry despair... patheticism on parade.
His own totally unheralded and wholly unmourned death loomed as a preferable event to that which he'd witnessed for others with his own eyes, remembering the terrible loss and loses of his own children... he was glad, now, that they were gone...
Any "last grand act" would have saddled his survivors anyway—increasing their burden and eroding their own futures... as he had been burdened and eroded... Social Security and Medicare are well missed where employers were loathe to pay living wages in the first place... but that was for persons with futures... if they'd had any futures. ...No one did. No one had. No one would.
The care of his own parents had taken a sizable chunk of a dire discretionary income, and they had been "prepared," too. His wife was recently fallen, expensively, to the latest airborne COVID/Ebola variant released from a violated Amazon, or she'd likely be with him now sharing the mandated and official "Retirement Experience." She'd still had a year to go at 70, but the old man bet she would have elected to go out with him. He would if she'd been the first...
The Retirement Experience was a Government program of forced termination. Call it State Murder. Sugarcoating is always disingenuous these days.
It was rumored to be something similar to what Edward G. Robinson experienced in Soylent Green... A drugged reverie regarding a glorious remembrance of what color "was"... flowers, VR mountainous blue skies, blue seas filled with fish and splashing dolphins... the forgotten odors of lilac and sandalwood... only, Robinson's was voluntary.
...If you turned yourself in they were more gentle. If they had to come for you it would go hard... officials and their bully boys had to eat, too.
It was rumored to be something similar to what Edward G. Robinson experienced in Soylent Green... A drugged reverie regarding a glorious remembrance of what color "was"... flowers, VR mountainous blue skies, blue seas filled with fish and splashing dolphins... the forgotten odors of lilac and sandalwood... only, Robinson's was voluntary.
...If you turned yourself in they were more gentle. If they had to come for you it would go hard... officials and their bully boys had to eat, too.
In a few days, to be clear, he was slated for mandatory termination in a heavily mandated program of "Geriatric Renewal." That was the program's "people-friendly" think-tank designation. At 71 He would dutifully surrender himself—would then be summarily plowed back into the expiring soil... after being squeezed of every asset down to the mercury in his tooth fillings. The now significantly well-dwindled 1% could still pay to be kept alive in whatever comfort there was remaining... Life was still precious for the few... behind the gates...
...There was talk of lowering the "Geriatric Renewal" age to 65...
...There was talk of lowering the "Geriatric Renewal" age to 65...
It was late in a soiled and sordid year of 2042, and the weight of those years bore down with a crushing inevitability on the lonely old man. The weight of that burden (which may be a future) is unendurable, insidious, and tragic in its avoidability. ...And it was, he thought to himself, so avoidable. "Stupid" usually is.
The life that afflicted him now was a condition that he, and others like him, had thoughtlessly created themselves, he'd slowly come to realize. He'd helped, astonishingly, to engineer a crisis of biblical proportion in his last quarter-century... was his dawning new thought.
Subsequently? It became clear to him that his "activity" or lack of same (?) would help to inaudibly pop the hubristic bubble that was arrogant humankind... like it was an oily sandwich bag crushed heavily under-wheel at the ever-growing toxic landfill. Humankind would become equally inaudible.
Subsequently? It became clear to him that his "activity" or lack of same (?) would help to inaudibly pop the hubristic bubble that was arrogant humankind... like it was an oily sandwich bag crushed heavily under-wheel at the ever-growing toxic landfill. Humankind would become equally inaudible.
Overpopulation and its hard-case relatives Economic Collapse and Environmental Catastrophe... ...these would deliver a knockout blow to the weak chin of a consummately disappointing, underperforming, and slack-jawed humankind. Finally, life had become too much to bear because the old man, he realized in the cruel winter of his winter, had helped make it too much to be borne. There's one for the stomach's pit!
Early in the twentieth-century humankind began to profligate itself into all corners of the available existential planetary environment like hordes of clever, if self-loathing, locusts. It couldn't be told from space by your conjectured garden-variety ET as anything apart from a fungal infection or crass viral infestation. Such was humanity.
Heedless and insentient expansion. Mindlessness. Glutonies and overindulgences. No thought about the consequences. Zero. Zip. Nada. Bupkis. One would think self-aware sentience would know better. It didn't.
Heedless and insentient expansion. Mindlessness. Glutonies and overindulgences. No thought about the consequences. Zero. Zip. Nada. Bupkis. One would think self-aware sentience would know better. It didn't.
The old man was reminded of dated television documentaries featuring breeding pairs of mice allowed to reproduce without limit into a large cage... food, water, and sewage not an issue. The mice reacted to its overcrowdedness in what was ultimately a disturbing and unnatural manic indifference to their squalidly packed existences. Inexplicable and horrific physical outbreaks of violence were perpetrated on one another. Rat psychotics and rat psychopaths abounded doing rat psychopathic and rat psychotic things... Unconscionable acts upon one another, then readily expressed without explanation or logic, so unreservedly! That's overpopulation!
So went humankind. Respect for privacy and public safety was an early casualty. Vicious strangers dragged he and his wife from their home, on a couple of occasions. They were beaten savagely and made then to watch as their possessions were passed around to grasping dirty hands or destroyed out of cussedness. One almost got used to this.
Calling "police" was an exercise in futility. Their hands were full guarding the gates at the gated communities. The Gangs controlled huge sections of major cities, now, splattering the countryside with blood and neon ultra-violence, countries unto themselves. Food was rationed in lines seemingly unending. At least the rats had food and water...
Calling "police" was an exercise in futility. Their hands were full guarding the gates at the gated communities. The Gangs controlled huge sections of major cities, now, splattering the countryside with blood and neon ultra-violence, countries unto themselves. Food was rationed in lines seemingly unending. At least the rats had food and water...
Rolling electrical brownout was a twenty-four-hour occurrence, but the straight-up outage of grid-death was more likely. Speaking of the dead, they would lay stacked in forlorn piles covered with a few inches of septic earth until "processing." Maybe Soylent Green was real...
There was more than a mere dalliance into cannibalism by people he knew (the details are difficult to dwell on); more than once he had been tempted to try it himself... He'd just been able to refrain... it had smelled so good!
There was more than a mere dalliance into cannibalism by people he knew (the details are difficult to dwell on); more than once he had been tempted to try it himself... He'd just been able to refrain... it had smelled so good!
Too, insult on top of injury, the old man reflected that his horror was shockingly unnecessary. The smallest amount of educational effort could have reversed this trend to insentient overpopulation, and he might more likely be living in a comparative Eden he mused forlornly. All was lost, truly, when Ronald Reagan made it possible to knowingly lie on public airwaves without consequence.
Fascist Authoritarianism and it's hyper-religious and science hating "STUPID" had certainly had its run and here he was! There could have been at least an attempt to do the "sensical." What had been that bad about "Democratic Socialism," again? Sanity, always within reach, somehow always evaded grasp.
Fascist Authoritarianism and it's hyper-religious and science hating "STUPID" had certainly had its run and here he was! There could have been at least an attempt to do the "sensical." What had been that bad about "Democratic Socialism," again? Sanity, always within reach, somehow always evaded grasp.
Overpopulation hastened an economic collapse that would have occurred anyway. The later part of the twentieth century was witness to seeing successive generations of undereducated people who redefined slothful detachment to a less than constructive art form. The old man lived to see fidelity, service, and commitment to excellence as outdated virtues outliving usefulness. That's never been a good scene.
At the last, he cursed bitterly the short-sighted and suicidal situation he selfishly made for himself and his doomed heirs. The fruits of it were, oh, so apparent. Society devolved to a new predatory business ethic of ethicless corpocracy selling dangerous types of equipment blowing up on the road or bathing consumers with lethal radiations in their homes.
Rat tails and fingernails were tolerated in what "passed" for hamburger. Bank frauds and contractual abuses of all kinds wasted the innocence and increased the criminal guile of a humankind ready to ride a devil's shirttail into and reawoken racism and sexual bigotry. Psychopathy was the new efficacy.
Attractive rumor was preferred outright to the more productive if less attractive cited factual reality. Truth was no longer said to have beauty.
Rat tails and fingernails were tolerated in what "passed" for hamburger. Bank frauds and contractual abuses of all kinds wasted the innocence and increased the criminal guile of a humankind ready to ride a devil's shirttail into and reawoken racism and sexual bigotry. Psychopathy was the new efficacy.
Attractive rumor was preferred outright to the more productive if less attractive cited factual reality. Truth was no longer said to have beauty.
He and the rest of his slothful generation betrayed the efficacy of "doing your own thing," as members of
the self-involved "me generation," in mendacious "laid back" decades seeing neither point nor requitement in "unrewarded" exercise. Steadily, instead, it squandered the fiscal and emotional savings of the aggrieved aggregate planet to satisfy what would prove to be only mendacious "me" moments on the subject of personal futility and social meaninglessness. Prufrock in regretful expiration.
...Our spaceship Earth was disintegrating to a dying slum-ship officiated by psychopathic swine. ...And then climate science was proved spot on.
The procrastinating spend-borrow-spend mentality of disingenuous fascists, borrowing against an unknown future to feather too fulsome futures for ruinous psychopaths practicing their new virtue, was facilitated by psychotic profiteers running the world debt up to a point where it just-could-not be paid. One is reminded why there were prohibitions on all loansharking et al, anyway! The collapse created a smoking landscape of psychotics and suicides leaving the more sane and courageous persons only holding the indebted bags of their fellows' rotten and inconsequent bones.
...Our spaceship Earth was disintegrating to a dying slum-ship officiated by psychopathic swine. ...And then climate science was proved spot on.
The procrastinating spend-borrow-spend mentality of disingenuous fascists, borrowing against an unknown future to feather too fulsome futures for ruinous psychopaths practicing their new virtue, was facilitated by psychotic profiteers running the world debt up to a point where it just-could-not be paid. One is reminded why there were prohibitions on all loansharking et al, anyway! The collapse created a smoking landscape of psychotics and suicides leaving the more sane and courageous persons only holding the indebted bags of their fellows' rotten and inconsequent bones.
Overnight, the United States, entirely a result of bad governance, had become a third rate pseudo-power, a laughing stock, and a liability to
be cashiered before all value was lost. Banks were overrun and trampled. Remains, this fiscal hell could have been avoided for pennies a day if humans had started soon enough—as late as 2020. Only, they'd let that be their last failure.
Overpopulation hastened the final ecological crisis to an inevitable conclusion. Environmental abuse turned major slashes of the fragile planet into steaming, virulent, and open cisterns of disease-releasing ice melts and tundra thaws. Toxic waste and micro-plastic eventually killed the oceans outright, so it was only a matter of time until the rest of the planet began to falter in a faster and more agonizing fashion.
Babies of all kinds (human and animal) were born misshapen and grotesque, or dead where they were born at all. Barely potable water was more precious than an equal volume of substandard foodstuffs, it would come to pass. He was always thirsty. Urine drinking was common.
The myriad colors green disappeared with other examples of natural color; all that remained were washed out browns and diseased dirty grays.
Babies of all kinds (human and animal) were born misshapen and grotesque, or dead where they were born at all. Barely potable water was more precious than an equal volume of substandard foodstuffs, it would come to pass. He was always thirsty. Urine drinking was common.
The myriad colors green disappeared with other examples of natural color; all that remained were washed out browns and diseased dirty grays.
Humankind had been injecting agro-poisons deeply into the ecosystems of the planet for decades, rendering them now sterile and uninhabitable. There would be no breath of life on the planet going forward. There would only be a pervading odor of the last forced breath of a long-dead corpse.
There was no question about it. Proud humankind spent its last decades defecating in bed and pushing it down with its own feet. It was almost laughable that the world had had obvious proof of the avoidable consequences of environmental inaction, early on, for a century even, but that complacent humanity could not make the smallest sacrifice to a future in the correction of these current existential horrors... for themselves or their children.
The old man lay on a dirty cot, waited to go die, and wished fervently for a chance to live his broken life over. Though, the solutions that he knew might have precluded this disaster were lost to an uncaring past. Ifs were like spilled milk...
Spilling the inevitable "Ifs"?
If he had at least voted with a sane if complacent majority to elect men and women to Government more worried about doing the job than getting elected to do it, the misery could have been avoided. If he had voted to tax more of wages of the moderately affluent (and up) for Social Security, or if he had campaigned against the concept of prevaricating "right to work" laws, then perhaps there would have been some money to pay off the huge debts that he had helped to incur. If he had supported measures to reform the Health Care System or encouraged Corporate America to end fascistic and predatory discrimination practices, become more mammalian and less reptilian, the situation would be more bearable. If we had held that bastard tool of psychotic corpocracy, TЯUMP (that beginning of the end), to his empty promises as the Education President et al (Chosen of God and loved by Israel!), or supported other measures to enliven the educational infrastructure (much less the physical National one!), we might not be in this sorriest of sorry, sorry states. If we had taken better care of ourselves physically, or exercised, or eaten more intelligently, perhaps we could have evaded the liabilities of poor health or had a system addressing them... preferring disease cure to disease management... If. If. If.
If "ifs" and "buts" were cake and nuts...
If he had at least voted with a sane if complacent majority to elect men and women to Government more worried about doing the job than getting elected to do it, the misery could have been avoided. If he had voted to tax more of wages of the moderately affluent (and up) for Social Security, or if he had campaigned against the concept of prevaricating "right to work" laws, then perhaps there would have been some money to pay off the huge debts that he had helped to incur. If he had supported measures to reform the Health Care System or encouraged Corporate America to end fascistic and predatory discrimination practices, become more mammalian and less reptilian, the situation would be more bearable. If we had held that bastard tool of psychotic corpocracy, TЯUMP (that beginning of the end), to his empty promises as the Education President et al (Chosen of God and loved by Israel!), or supported other measures to enliven the educational infrastructure (much less the physical National one!), we might not be in this sorriest of sorry, sorry states. If we had taken better care of ourselves physically, or exercised, or eaten more intelligently, perhaps we could have evaded the liabilities of poor health or had a system addressing them... preferring disease cure to disease management... If. If. If.
If "ifs" and "buts" were cake and nuts...
One more. If he had not been one of the self-serving, short-term-solution sycophants... a cretinous consumer-monster no better than any when it's dealt out... he could have contributed to a living World. Instead, he was a symbol of its failure and on the blame line for its demise.
Imagine knowing at the end, then, like the old man above, that yours was not a symbiotic relationship you had had with your Nation, or with your planet. ...Not remotely.
No... There was only one word that would describe that brand of contribution. That word was... parasite, and their desserts are just.
