AFTER MARTIAL LAW ... LIFE IN A FEMA CAMP

After Martial Law, Life In A FEMA Camp

Ever wonder what life in a FEMA camp might be like? Well, here’s one possible scenario.

Another day’s come and I’m still here. I’ve been here so long I’ve lost count of the days. How did this happen? Why am I here? I don’t belong here, I’ve done nothing wrong. At first I thought this was just a bad dream and I’d somehow wake up and it would be nothing more than a fading memory. But I now know it’s not a dream, it’s insanity; it’s madness; it doesn’t make any sense at all. 

I remember the night they came. I was home, asleep in my bed, then suddenly all hell broke loose. There was shouting and bright lights everywhere. There were solders in strange uniforms screaming at me as they dragged me from my bed; kicking me; hitting me; calling me vile names. The look on their faces, as if they wanted to rip me open and tear me apart. It was horrifying! I kept asking; begging them to tell me why they were doing this to me; what had I done; who were they; why was this happening. All they did was laugh at me, spit in my face, like I was a piece of trash, and tell me to shut up and keep quiet. 

They handcuffed me behind my back. The solder who put the handcuffs on seemed to take pleasure in cranking them down just as tight as possible. I screamed with pain but that just added to his pleasure. They put duct tape over my mouth, a sack over my head and tied it around my neck so tight I had trouble breathing. They threw me in the back of this vehicle and it started to move. It only took a few minutes before I realized that I wasn’t alone. I could hear heavy breathing, the shuffling of feet, and knew that there were others. The sickening smell of fear and terror was thick in the air. It reminded me of when my father was in a hospice and there was this horrible odor. I thought it was urine but my sister told me it wasn’t urine but the smell of death. Now, here I was, handcuffed, mouth covered with duct taped, hood over my head, locked in a vehicle, being forcefully transported to some unknown place, for some unknown reason, surrounded by the smell of death. I knew this could not end well. 

It seemed like were were moving for hours but it was impossible to tell because, for us, time had stopped and no longer held any meaning. When we did stop the nightmare intensified. They dragged us from the vehicle the shouting, yelling, shoving, cursing, calling us fowl names. Such a nightmare; I relive it every night in my dreams. 

The sack, duct tape and handcuff were removed and I was thrown in a small, dark cell. I begged them, please, tell me where I was; why was I here; what had I done; who were they; why were they doing this to me?. All they said was shut up and keep quiet. 

It was several days before I finally realized that I was in a FEMA internment camp. The guards liked to call it a “temporary relocation facility” but they always said that with a smile and a laugh. I knew it was anything but temporary. 

There’s never a silent moment here. There’s concealed speakers everywhere that constantly bombard you with with message after message. “Your government is in total control”, “There is no reason for concern”, “You’ve been sick and we are taking care of you”, “You’re wards of the state now, and such, our property”, “Everything, everyone belongs to the government”, “Never criticize or speak badly of your government.” and on and on, never ending. I know now that I’ll never leave here alive, none of us will. We mean nothing to our captors. We are dispensable; excess baggage, that’s consuming valuable resources, resources that could be put to better use elsewhere. 

Our government, the ones who were suppose to protect and defend us; too look after our best interest; to serve us; has turned on us, rounded us up like sheep headed to the slaughter. And yes, I know this is how it will finally end, we’ will all be “sacrificed”; eliminated, so we are no longer a burden, wasting precious resources. We are nothing but trash to be disposed of. I can’t believe this is how it will end. It can’t be, not in America; it’s just not possible. 

Tell me people, is this what your future holds? You say, “Not so, not me”, but you do nothing to prevent it from happening. 

Just mindless little robots with a shinny new car sitting in the driveway that cost more than the house you live in. A house full on the latest, greatest, high-tech gadgets money can buy everywhere you look. Night after night, butt anchored to favorite chair, face glued to your wall-to-wall, HD Plasma T V, universal remote control in one hand; G5 Super Smart cell phone in the other; pressing buttons on both as fast as you can. Slowly drowning, suffocating, so deep in debt you’ll never live long enough to pay it off; there’s not that many years in a lifetime. 

You believe everything the government tells you; do everything it tells you to do, like the mindless zombie you’ve become. You think you’re so smart, so cool. You keep telling yourself that “I’m the man”, when you’re nothing more than a clueless fool, just a stupid little sheep being lead to slaughter; too blind to open your eyes and see what’s going on, living in a world of denial. 

WAKE UP! If you don’t act now; if you don’t take a stand; if you continue to do nothing but make excuse after excuse…..then… 

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOUR FUTURE HOLDS! LIKE IT OR NOT!