National Changes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

You just never can tell how a vote is going to go.

I guess it all started about twenty years ago, give or take a couple.

I don't keep track of time very well, living on an Island can do that.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, let me explain.

As I was nearing my fifties I hit the Lottery for 3.2 million, that was my part after taxes. And with some good investment advice I parlayed that into about five million; then I got out of the market and put everything into land and gold futures.

And I did help my kids some, paid off their student loans and their mortgages, then gave them each $100,000 for rainy days.


My last land purchase was what I've always wanted, an Island all my own. And believe me, she's a beaut.

I can swim and fish right from my own dock, anytime I feel like it. I relax when the weather is too warm, and I have lots of time for my hobbies, which are numerous.

I'm not one for outside entertainment, so I never bothered to have Satellite TV installed.

If I need assistance, or want weather reports, I call the Coast Guard on my Ham-radio; no service charges on it, and I like that.

As far as supplies, I take my boat to the mainland and I stock-up every few months; I eat a lot of fresh fish, crab, and canned goods.

After all these years I am well known on the mainland. As soon as I park the boat it's, Hi Bob! Do you need something, Bob, can I load your supplies, Bob? How about Gas for your boat, Bob?

I'm a cash customer and I think they like the tax free, under the table, income.


It wasn't until my children came to my island, for a Vacation, did I learn of the US Division. Boy was I surprised that the division in the States had gone that far. Just imagine, the whole country splitting apart and no-one seemed to mind.

The story I got from the kids was this; Some southern Senator introduced a Bill that was supposed to force opponents into a political corner that they wouldn't be able to get out of. They proposed that an election be held to see if the citizens wanted two separate countries, one socialist, one not.

Of course, the ones proposing this election never thought that the opposition would agree to such a situation. How could they?

But much to their surprise, the Left had got wind of what they were going to propose. and the socialist powers that were, were ready; they accepted without hesitation.

Well, 170,000,000 votes later, the division was final; only the particulars were to be hammered out, but state's lawful borders were all part of the vote.


The socialist leaning states ran full length of the west coast, then cut east to include Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado.

Many of the upper east coast states, including New York, Vermont, Maine, plus the District of Columbia joined in. Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Illinois squeaked in with a surprising last minute turn to the left.

The north east coastal states all the way down, including Virginia, voted to be part of the socialist leaning block.

But that wasn't the Rabbit in the Socialist's Hat! The Rabbit was an agreement with Canada to united as one nation; "The Canadian Union of States, CUS."

And here I am on my little Island, not knowing a thing about what was going on in the big wide world. Boy was I surprised when my Kids told me the news!


Later, after the Kids vacated my island world, I received a registered, special delivery letter from the CSU's Department of the Interior.

The letter stated that my Island was not counted in the original US division agreements; it seems that my island, do to some bureaucratic mix-up, has become an independent country.

They wanted to know if I wanted to join their Socialist leaning Democracy, which would mean I would receive all the rights and privileges, and the military protection, all for a few thousand dollars in taxes each year.

So I wrote back and I noted the change in my return address. --- "All correspondence should be mailed to, "The Island Nation of Bob, in care of, Bob."




D. Thurmond / JEF


Submitted: November 14, 2020

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Vance Currie

From my part of the world, DT, we can only look on--bewildered. I think you would be wise to remain on your island nation, even though it may exist only in your imagination.

Sun, November 15th, 2020 9:42pm


I think you are right, if only it could be. --- I have come to believe that it is all about pride. And you know what they say happens right after pride grows too great, the fall. Cesar, Mussolini, Hitler, and more. --- As Pooh put it, "Oh Bother."

Sun, November 15th, 2020 2:03pm

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