Wednesday's Three Word Wednesday

The words over at Three Word Wednesday are decay, graceful and riot.

Stimulus Package

The riots were just the beginning, along with the famine, the Ebola scare and that unfortunate incident in upstate New York where the kids died. 

All of them. 

The country had melted into such a state of decay. And so fast, too. One minute we were up in arms about universal health care and budget deficits and the next thing you know, people are dying, and I mean by the thousands.

It was graceful in its execution, if you think about it. 

The exterminations. 

The control. 

The fear-mongering. 

It’s all anyone needs to rise to power. I mean, remember Hitler? Hello? 

Command and control came swift, too swift for anyone to really do anything about it. It's how we planned it. 

I mean, for every one person worried about the rise in ocean temperature (and willing to do something about it), there's 50 who were enraged that the famous pedophile pop star’s doctor got away with whatever he was charged with doing. 

Worried about the riots? Sure, some. But most everyone else concerned themselves with the athlete who did time for the thing, signed a fat contract and took his team to the Super Bowl.

It’s all about deception people. That’s my confession. A last will and testament, if you’ll indulge me. 

We did it. And you let us, all of you. 

Not that anyone will read this anyway. Just a note written in No. 2 pencil on the back of a flier warning people not to gather, stuffed into a glass jar without a lid. 

The fires are burning anyway. 

The end of days. 

Mercy.