This is Part II of the PostPersons story.
In Part I a future was described in which the Supreme Legislature of the United States, once known as the Supreme Court, expanded the right to abortion, so children with the caring assistance of the government, would have a right to terminate their parents.
The PostPersons II
“Danny said he felt sorry when they took his Dad out to the truck,” said George. “Before they closed the doors on him, he looked at Danny and started crying.” The boys were up in the tree house in Mike’s yard.
Billy shook his head. “Then Danny shouldn’t have had them come. But his Dad sure did yell at him whenever he screwed up. I guess he yelled one time too many.”
“Danny called to ask them to bring his Dad back,” said George, “but they told him everything was OK now, and his Dad would not be coming home.”
Mike listened to it all. His own Dad had been really mean lately. When he threw that wiener casserole at the wall, it made his Mom get up from the table crying. “That’s not fit for a father and husband,” he said to her as she ran into the kitchen. Mike always thought wiener casserole was good, great with ketchup.
That wasn’t all, Mike thought. It seemed that every day he found something else to get down on him about. Especially if he mowed the yard, but forgot to sweep the sidewalk.
“What about your Dad, Mike,” said George, “Ever think of having him PPa’d?” PPa was short for PostPerson Abortion. Parents deemed PPs or Post Persons lost all rights of a legal person.
Mike did not say a thing.
“Now it’s your right, you know,” said Billy.
George added, “Ever since that case, my parents have been extra nice to me.”
Right then they heard the fluctuating claxon sound of a PP truck approaching. Billy looked out.
“It’s over at the Rogersons! What has Betty done?”
The Rogersons’ front door opened and the technicians dragged a limp Mrs. Rogerson down the front steps.
“No, I‘ve changed my mind,” Betty Rogerson wailed, clutching at her mother. The technicians ignored her. Right before they put Mrs. Rogerson into the back of the truck, she lifted her head and told Betty, “You are and will always be precious to me. I love you.”
Betty screamed as two technicians held her back.
“Mom, I’m sorry. I love you.”
Mrs. Rogerson stood up straight and resisted the two technicians who were trying now to force her forward. As she said, “We will be together in heaven someday, darling”, they punched her and threw her into the truck. Betty sunk silent to the sidewalk and the windowless truck pulled away. For some moments, the boys sat in silence.
“But she said she had changed her mind,” George said. “They didn’t even listen to her.”
When Mike got down from the tree house and went inside, he saw his Dad embracing his Mom. “I am so sorry,” he was saying to her. Then he turned and saw Mike. “And, Son, I am sorry I did that in front of you and your sisters. Sometimes I lose it and do stupid things.”
Mike walked over and hugged his Dad. “You are precious to me,” Mike said as he hugged his father as tight as he could, “and I love you.”
Fiction or Not?
The story above is fiction.
The author contends it is not science fiction, it is not possible fiction; but that it is probable fiction. Recent happenings in Holland are not fiction, but proof that we already live in an ominous evil reality. A kicking screaming woman, held down by family members, is euthamurdered.
A recent short movie, Eutha-nation, by a talented high school student in New Zealand, makes a similar point about what happens when perverse progressives, pure utilitarians, or other atheistic totalitarians decide what lives have value and what lives are worthless, and who lives and who dies.
