I received a strange book with a note attached that said it was from the future.
I don't know what to think. I've read the first chapter and it doesn't seem like it's from the future. I'm worried though because it sounds like this person, whoever wrote it, is major paranoid.
Here's the first chapter: I am writing this to all four of my children. I want to first say how grateful I am to you for taking the time to read about my life. I'm just an ordinary person but I believe that ordinary people have a valuable perspective that is too often ignored. I hope I can impart to you all the wisdom I accumulate in my life and that it means something to you. I believe that when it comes to life, much like history, "There are years where nothing happens; and there are days where years happen." You can't see all the small steps you're making towards progress until it culminates in an epiphany or a revolution. My life didn't really begin until I met your father. Through unconditional love he transformed me from a good hearted wreck to a self-actualized, albeit not entirely put together, person. He was the first person to allow me to break down so I could build myself back up and it took a long time. Even still he's patient with me running around to my meetings and mutual aid work and not doing much with the house. And even then I felt like an imposter. I was only beginning to heal my disregulated mind. I drank to get over my anxiety which only made me more anxious. I'm so glad I gave that up and I'm so sorry for how it affected you, especially you Simon, you were the oldest and had to experience the most. But when I had you Simon, then Evie, then Sasha and finally Kiki my entire world changed. I thought I couldn't love anyone or anything more than your father but we both agreed that the other was doneso if we had to choose. We were united in our love and adoration for you all and it made us closer than ever. We joked that you were the 4 horseman of the apocalypse (even when it was just you and Evie). When I was pregnant with you we were so happy that the Democratic Socialist Populist (really the social democrat populist) was going to have a shot at running for President. The Donkeys messed that up, as they mess everything up. They're just like the SPD, enabling fascism by being incompetent dickheads beholden to capitalism and the other hierarchies that dominate our society. But then the unimaginable happened: the Buffoon won. The reality show host, the tabloid fodder, the guy who so many 80s and 90s movies based their villains on. It felt impossible, like a sick joke. But sure enough he won. It's difficult to remember all the scandals and escalation, much like the Nazis they just inundated us, total shit spray. Trans people, immigrants, Muslims, women and AFAB folks, Black people, socialists, disabled people, really everyone who wasn't a straight, white Christian who believes in the patriarchy and capitalism. And that's just Americans. So you, Simon, became the first Horseman of the Apocalypse: the Dawn of the Buffoon. Then, four years later, I found out I was pregnant with Evie. Just a month or two into the pregnancy the Great Pandemic hit. We couldn't leave the house but luckily your father worked remote and no one we were close to died. But millions around the world died as the Fascists spread conspiracy theories about how masks don't work and vaccines will hurt you. The upper case Fascists, the ones in power, manipulated the lower case fascists, their followers, into enacting a stupid-even-for-eugenecists plan to "cull the herd", kill off the elderly and those with pre-existing conditions. Or maybe it was the other way around: maybe the fascists just don't care about the vulnerable and the Fascists were only parroting their theories back to them because they didn't care if peons died. Either way, it's like Captain G.M. Gilbert said at Nuremberg "Evil, I think, is the absence of empathy." Nazis gonna Nazi. So Evie became the second Horseman of the Apocalypse: The Global Pandemic. We only had our sweet Evie for a little over a year before she passed away. I still love her with all my heart but I don't want to get into how that felt. Simon remembers, I think. Ask him. After a few years we had you, Sasha, our sweet rainbow child. You brought joy back into our home and helped heal our broken hearts. And it just so happened a certain someone was back in office. You became the Third Horseman of the Apocalypse: The Return of the Buffoon. And we were so overjoyed by Sasha we just had to give her a little sister as soon as possible so we had you, Penelope. I had to wait to start Ojos training until you were born so I missed the ICE surge at its peak but later joined my local immigrant advocacy group. You were the Fourth and Final Horseman of the Apocalypse: The Rise of the Gestapo. You should study this time period because a lot changed, a lot happened. They're taking people from their homes, from their work, people who have lived here decades, people on the path to citizenship, people with refugee status, anyone they can deport they are. Hell, they're deporting people they can't deport. But the people rose up, formed protective blockades, formed watch networks. They arrested so many of us but only a few got harsh sentences. But the harsh sentences have been really harsh. Oh but wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. First I should explain how I got into organizing. \[insert story about menty breaky\] Eventually I realized how crazy I had gone and tried to look into actual organizing. I started with 50501 and learned a lot. But it wasn't until I joined a socialist organization that everything clicked. I fell in love with DSA, thanks always to the comrade that finally got me to sign up. If the working class could unite against the Bourgeoisie then we could create a society that prioritized human life and prosperity above all else. A just and fair world is within our grasp, we just have to reach for it, strive for it, all together. They call us terrorists, say they need more money for the military in order to combat us, that Democratic Socialists should be outlawed, whatever that means. We all worry about how many detention facilities they're building for people they're deporting, we worry that they will someday be used for us. When I woke up to the news about the people in Minnesota, people who didn't hurt anyone, being on trial and being called terrorists I knew they could come for me any day. I know people who have been visited by the Feds, trailed by mysterious cars, harassed by law enforcement. One of the Gestapo creeps let a protester know that they were using facial recognition technology to put us on a "terrorist database", likely using the same technology Palantir is using to help Israel catalogue Palestinians. Can you believe that name? Palantir. How on the nose. I worry that they're going to escalate. My heart broke when I told you, Sy, not to open the front door anymore. And your father helpfully chimed in "they might shoot Phoebe", our barky puppy. I'm so sorry you have to know that cops are so cruel at such a young age. But don't worry, there are red lines your father and I have and when those are crossed we will get you out of the country. You all are my everything, you're why I'm fighting for a better future and I will keep you safe no matter what. #entertainment source