America 2014: An Orwellian Tale

America 2014: An Orwellian Tale

by Dawn Blair


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Picture a totalitarian United States just ten years from now: With no end in sight to the War on Terror, a fourth-term President George Blush rules without restraint. The Constitution has been replaced with a "Patriotic Citizen’s Bill of Rights and Responsibilities" and America has been renamed "God’s United States." The Blush Administration has finally "freed" America of its "treasonous" opposition party, "subversive" media and "obstructionist" judges.

In this starkly terrifying political thriller, Winston Smith is a young, successful producer of patriotic commercials for the Department of Homeland Security. While working to fulfill his dream of making a contemporary film version of 1984, he runs afoul of government censors, is forced to stand trial in a nightmarish courtroom, and faces brutal execution in a privatized prison. Rescued by a mysterious, powerful young woman and a band of teenaged computer hackers, he joins the Resistance and becomes swept up in a deadly struggle to undermine his government’s stranglehold on power and information.

As it conjures up a frightening--and highly controversial--vision of the future, Dawn Blair's gripping novel of American dystopia lays bare the most incendiary political issues of the present day.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781571781758
Publisher: Council Oak Books
Publication date: 07/01/2004
Pages: 200
Product dimensions: 5.22(w) x 7.98(h) x 0.66(d)

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America 2014

An Orwellian Tale
By Dawn Blair

Progressive Source Publishing

ISBN: 1-57178-175-7

Chapter One

Winston had no idea how much time had passed since he had been drugged at the airport. He had experienced a feeling of being moved around for hours within the incarceration suit. He recalled a diaper-like area around his crotch being replaced by men who yelled crude insults that he could only partially make out through the thick hood that kept him in terrible darkness.

Machines and people kept hooking and unhooking the suit that enveloped his body, which hung limp, unable to move. He realized that he could not even scratch his nose, which was itching terribly, and probably dripping all over his face.

Then, quite suddenly, after a great deal of movement, the latch on the security hood attachment was unclipped, the zipper across Winston's shoulders opened, and bright lights blinded him. His name was being yelled out.

"The People versus Winston Smith," he heard, as his eyes focused on a powerfully built, uniformed man, with red, white and blue braids embellishing his broad shoulders.

What time was it? Winston wondered? He still felt groggy, but could now clearly make out his surroundings.

He was in a high security courtroom. A judge in a black robe sat behind an enormous desk. Mounted on the wall behind him were large, framed inscriptions, one on top of another, circling a replica of the Ten Commandments carved in stone. The largest inscription said, "In The Homeland Security Court, The Presiding Judge Is God!" Another read, "In God Lies Freedom, But There is No Freedom From God," and under it, "In God's United States, We Have No King But Jesus."

The side wall held the largest American flag Winston had ever seen indoors. Over it, in four foot high letters, were the words "One God, One Truth, One Law."

"Winston Smith!" the judge roared, interrupting Winston's visual inspection of the courtroom. He was a chubby, sullen-faced balding man, who pulled off a pair of wire spectacles and peered accusingly at Winston. Winston's eyes searched for a nameplate, but none existed. "You have been accused," the judge continued loudly, "by the Government of God's United States of the felony crime of subversive behavior, and the felony crime of possessing the illicit drug marijuana in your blood. How do you plead?"

The courtroom was quiet. Winston looked around. There were only himself, the judge, the court officer, and a small, bored-looking dark-suited man. Was that his lawyer?

As he turned to check if anyone was sitting next to or behind him, Winston saw two heavily armed guards, one of whom was attached to his incarceration suit by a chain. They scowled at him.

"You will face forward and pay attention to this court!" yelled the judge. "I am losing my patience here, and you do not want to see what happens, you do not want to fuck with me when that happens. Do you understand?"

Winston nodded nervously. The small man in the dark suit looked down at the floor. Trying to keep his eye respectfully on the judge, Winston prayed that the small man would speak up on his behalf.

"I mean, I may be a wee bit out of shape, and I may not pack the kind of steel you boys do ..." the judge said, winking at the court officer and the two Homeland Security troopers flanking Winston, "but I can take care of myself, with Smith and Wesson's help." The judge pulled a massive handgun with laser sights out of his robe, and laid it proudly on the table in front of him, like a school kid at show-and-tell. "I may have twenty, okay, thirty years on you boys, but if somebody fucks with me, I will chew their motherfucken head off and spit it into the fucken gutter." He suddenly turned back to Winston. "Am I making myself absolutely clear?"

"Yuh-yes ... yes sir," Winston stammered.

"Now for the last fucking time, Winston Smith, you are charged with subversive behavior and marijuana-in-your-blood possession. How do you plead?"

Winston looked imploringly at the slight man in the suit. The man looked away.

Winston realized that he was on his own. "I-I would like the opportunity to speak with a lawyer, Your Honor?"

The judge dropped his jaw in mock shock. "Ooohh, he'd like the opportunity to speak with a lawyer, wouldn't he." The judge continued in a mocking, high-pitched tone, trying his best to sound like a dainty Southern lady. He stood up and pranced around his chair. "Ah would like dah opptoonitee to speak wuth a lawyer, yoah honor? Ah would like dah opptoonitee to speak wuth a lawyer."

As the court officer and the man in the suit laughed appreciatively. The judge's voice quickly turned severe. "And while we're at it, how about a court stenographer, a video record of these here proceedings, maybe even a court of appeals where this God-loving judge's decisions could be reviewed, condemned and overturned by a bunch of liberal queers! Maybe a 'democratic process' and oversight hearings so that these queers could even challenge Homeland Security department appointees of this special Terrorist and Subversive Court? I suppose that you would like those things too?"

Winston was frozen in place. His legs felt weak, and it was hard work to keep them from collapsing.

"Well, you raghead-lovin' pussyshit, I would like the opportunity to stick my foot up your subversive asshole right now, but I may not get that opportunity, or will I?" The judge smiled at his own cleverness.

Winston shivered with fright and hoped that the judge would not demand a response.

"You fucken better be scared, you little pinko traitor. I got news for you, in case you haven't heard: God's United States is at war, and, thank Jesus in his mercy, my brother in Christ Attorney General John Bashcrost himself appointed me to this court! And there are no appeals to Homeland Security Court proceedings, no fatcat Legal Aid lawyers for raghead-loving devils like you, no Geneee-va fairy convention accords to get lectured about! Blue-blooded American boys are sacrificing their lives in Pakistan and Indonesia at this very moment, so that even a Subversive like you can have the freedom to receive sentencing in a proper court of law. But instead of 'Thank you,' all you can say is 'Ah would like dah opptoonitee to speak wuth a lawyer.'"

"I am sorry, Your Honor."

The judge's face flushed red with anger, his double chin bobbed up and down. "You have insulted the dignity of this here Homeland Security Court in God's United States, and all you can say is that you are sorry? Well, you will be fucken sorry when the People of God's United States finish with you!

"Now let's start again," the judge continued, "and let's get it right this time. The People of the United States accuse you, Winston Smith, of the felony crime of subversive behavior, first degree, and the felony crime of in-blood marijuana possession. How do you plead?"

"Uhhhh, not guilty, Your Honor, not guilty ... I ate hash oil in London a few weeks ago, but it's legal there and-"

"I didn't hear what you said there, dopehead? Whuss that you said?. Remember, boy, Jesus is listening, Jesus is in this freakin' courtroom, Jesus is our king, and Jesus is going to hear what you are about to say. And as the Lord is my guide, and my witness, let me say here that if you lie to Christ our Almighty, the vengeance of this court will come down upon you and crush you like a flea. Jeremiah 21:5: "And I myself will fight against you with an outstretched hand and with a strong arm, even in anger, and in fury, and in great wrath! Thus speaketh the Lord our God, Praise God!"

"Praise the Lord!" repeated the court officer enthusiastically.

The judge glared at Winston and waited. "Not guilty," Winston said.

"Your Honor, please, I would like a law-"

"Ho-heh-heh, stop right there son. Ah, ah still cunt hear ya, ah cunt, ah cunt, you cunt!" The judge turned to his court officer, smiling like a mischievous 12-year-old. "Officer, officer, did you hear what Allah's little fuckbuddy said just now, ah am having trouble hearing him?"

"Why, yes, Your Honor, I did hear what he said," answered the court officer.

"And, pray tell, Homeland Security Court Officer of God's United States, what did he say?"

"He said guilty as charged, Your Honor, to both charges."

The judge slammed his gavel down.

"Will the federal prosecutor enter the plea of guilty as charged to the felony crime of subversive behavior in the first degree and the felony crime of marijuana possession."

The small man in the suit entered information into a palmtop computer. "So entered, Your Honor." He had not said a word until now. For the first time, Winston realized that the man he had hoped was his lawyer was the federal prosecutor.

"And what do the People request in way of a sentence, and I would think that the People would want to make sure that this junkie Subversive does not infect others with his ideological cancer, Steve, am I right?"

"Your Honor, the People request ultimate rehabilitation at a Homeland Security special prison," the prosecutor replied.

"Winston Smith, this court sentences you to five years of ultimate rehabilitation in a Homeland Security special prison, and may Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior have mercy on your heathen, drug-addicted soul!" The judge loudly banged his gavel, and the prison guards began zipping the dark hood back over Winston's shoulders.

"WAIT!" Winston shrieked at the top of his lungs before they could finish closing the zipper over his head. "Your Honor, please, I said NOT Guilty, I never said guilt-"

"Guards, you will restrain this convict, he is ranting and menacing this court and I will not stand for it!" The judge's face was inflamed red, and he hammered the gavel against the table incessantly.

As the zipper was yanked shut, an electric shock pierced Winston's back, spreading through his body in a hot flash as he lost consciousness.

The Revised Constitution of God's United States A Patriotic Citizens Bill of Rights and Responsibilities

Excerpted from America 2014: An Orwellian Tale Copyright 2004

Preamble: We the people of God's United States, in order to provide for the common defense, in balance with the blessings of liberty and our position as the Freest Country on Earth (tm), do ordain the replacement of the Amendments of the Constitution of the United States of America, in accordance with law, and ratified as per the original, outdated Constitution of the United States, by two thirds of both Houses of Congress, as well as the Legislatures of three fourths of the fifty states, in the year of our Lord 2009, to hereafter be known as The Patriotic Citizen's Bill of Rights. The full force of the provisions of these Amendments are effective immediately, and the Judicial Branch of the Government of God's United States is hereby instructed to interpret any disparity between the original Articles of the Constitution and its original Amendments, and this revised and updated Patriotic Citizen's Constitution, in favor of the latter.

Amendment I: With the exception of the state-sanctioned religion of Christianity, Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of any other religion or prohibit the private, non-subversive exercise of any religion. Nor shall Congress abridge the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances; although the President and his appointed agents may do so, in Time of War, or serious threat of war or terrorism, to protect the Country and its people, as he, in his sole discretion, deems fit in the exercise of his duty as Commander in Chief.

Amendment II: A well-regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state of Patriotic Citizens, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed, unless such people are suspected or actual abortionists, illicit drug users, subversives, terrorists, enemy sympathizers or propagandists, as determined by the Department of Homeland Security.

Amendment III: No soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law, as determined by the President and Commander in Chief, and administered by the Department of Homeland Security.

Amendment IV: Except during Time of War, the right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. During Time of War, as defined by the President and Commander in Chief, representatives of the Department of Homeland Security may take any and all measures necessary to search the homes, effects, electronic communications or records of suspected or actual abortionists, illicit drug users, subversives, terrorists, enemy sympathizers or propagandists, and it shall be a federal crime, as prescribed in federal criminal statute 841 (d) 1, as described in Patriot Act V, to inquire about such searches, or to inform the subjects of such searches, or the public, of any actions taken under this statute by representatives of the Department of Homeland Security.

Amendment V: No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a grand jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the militia, when in actual service in Time of War or public danger. With the exception of suspected or actual abortionists, illicit drug users, subversives, terrorists, enemy sympathizers or propagandists; no Patriotic Citizen shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation, unless deemed necessary by the President and Commander in Chief or the Department of Homeland Security.

Amendment VI: In all criminal prosecutions except those involving suspected or actual abortionists, illicit drug users, subversives, terrorists, enemy sympathizers or propagandists, Patriotic Citizens accused of crimes shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the state and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense.


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