The Year 2050 and Beyond

© 2014 Dale E. Lauffer. All rights reserved.

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The Year 2050 And Beyond Is A Fictional Story Of America ‘S Future, With A Mixture Of Facts Thrown In.

AUTHOR: DALE E. LAUFFER, historian, editorial writer, Political activist, believer in conservative causes, and general observer of the passing parade of life.

Published by AuthorHouse 10/30/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4969-3813-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4969-3812-1 (e)

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CONTENTS

Forward

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven: Page One

Chapter Eleven: Page Two

Chapter Eleven: Page Three

Chapter Eleven: Page Four

Chapter Eleven: Page Five

Chapter Eleven: Page Six

Chapter Eleven: Page Seven

Chapter Eleven: Page Eight

Chapter Eleven: Page Nine

Chapter Eleven: Page Ten

Chapter Twelve: Page One

Chapter Twelve: Page Two

Chapter Twelve: Page Three

Chapter Twelve: Page Four

Chapter Twelve: Page Five

Chapter Twelve: Page Six

Chapter Twelve: Page Seven

Chapter Twelve: Page Eight

Chapter Twelve: Page Nine

Chapter Twelve: Page Ten

Chapter Thirteen: Page One

Chapter Thirteen: Page Two

Chapter Thirteen: Page Three

Chapter Thirteen: Page Four

Chapter Thirteen: Page Five

Chapter Thirteen: Page Six

Chapter Thirteen: Page Seven

Chapter Thirteen: Page Eight

Chapter Thirteen: Page Nine

Chapter Thirteen: Page Ten

Chapter Fourteen: Page One

Chapter Fourteen: Page Two

Chapter Fourteen: Page Three

Chapter Fourteen: Page Four

Chapter Fourteen: Page Five

Chapter Fourteen: Page Six

Chapter Fourteen: Page Seven

Chapter Fourteen: Page Eight

Chapter Fourteen: Page Nine

Chapter Fourteen: Page Ten

Chapter Fiveteen: Page One

Chapter Fiveteen: Page Two

Chapter Fiveteen: Page Three

Chapter Fiveteen: Page Four

Chapter Fiveteen: Page Five

Chapter Fiveteen: Page Six

Chapter Fiveteen: Page Seven

Chapter Fiveteen: Page Eight

Chapter Fiveteen: Page Nine

Epilogue

FORWARD

The year was 2050, the United States, Canada and Mexico had been merged In 2015, into a huge conglomerate, a superstate, a North American Union*(from the August Review, Towards a North American Union, by Patrick Wood on August 18, 2006) Good evening Everybody, tonight, an astonishing proposal to expand our borders to incorporate Mexico and Canada and simultaneously further diminish U. S. government sovereighty, have our political elites gone mad?"Lou Dobbs on Lou Dobbs tonight, June 9, 2005.

Since the days of the first illegal and legal immigration of Mexicans into the United States first for the purpose of bringing in the bountifulharvest of produce in semi-valley and other produce locations in Califomia, Texas, New Mexico and Arizona. lt was said that stoop labor was beneath Americans looking for work yet hundreds of poor white families, from Kentucky, West Virginia, Tennessee, and all of the Dust Bowl states, Oklahoma, Kansas and Nebraska were brutalized and mistreated, driving them back to their home states, while Mexicans died by the hundreds, many more took their place. The desperation of these people, to work and have some sort of life overcame the spector of death. In the 1980’s in spite of machinery invented for mechanically picking produce, the growers and large corporations, claimed that too much produce was ruised, cut, and wasted by the use of machinery. lncredentially, through the 80’s, 90’s, and into the 2000’s, The United States experienced an overwhelming influx of mainly illegals, amounting to more than 30-40 million, while government officials stuck to the figure, they concocted of only 12 million. The border states, of California, Arizona, Texas and New Mexico, suffered the most from this human tidalwave of desparate people. American Citizens were subjected to their property being covered with trash of all sorts. Plastic water bottles, jugs, pampers with fecal matter, discarded clothing, and dead bodies of exhausted illegals weakened by the strain of traveland being victimized by coyotes dealing in human traffic. This invasion, was taking place without a single shot being fired in retalilation. Pieas to the federalgovernment fell on deaf ears. Chris Simcoxw, ho headed up an organization, the Minutemen, was refused an audidence with President George W. Bush, as was Tom Tancredo Representative of Colorado, a member of the U. S. Congress. President Bush referred to the Minutemen, as vigilantesand taking the law into their own hands. Years later, he sent the National Guard to the borders, as observers, who were not armed, and spent their time washing their vehicles, playing hoopsand softball between watching thru binoculars while lllegals climed over, crawled under, or went thru holes in the protectivefence. Referring to The Minutemen, the News Media called them racists, xenophobes. The Globalists movement excellerated their efforts in pushing towards a superstate, a union as was tried in Europe, which created Era-dollars but failed to complete the Union, the tiny country, Denmark, was the first to protest against the Union. Denmark was having trouble with Muslims invading their country, as well as France, Spain, Germany and England.

In the election of 2008, which was run entirely by the News Media, and backed by Socialists and Communists who had been waiting for their chance to take over the White House, they had their perfect useful idiot in a half-breed, Barack Hussein Obama, the product of a white mother and a black man from Kenya, Africa. Barack Hussein Obama was abandoned by his Father when he was two years old. This is typicalof 70% of all black fathers. This did not deter Barack’s mother, who remarried a black man from lndonesia, one of the most heavily populated Islamic Muslim nations in the world. Up to the time Barack was twelve he was instructed in the ways of Muslim life, and the religion of lslam. After his mother got divorced from his step-father, she headed back to America, and settled in Chicago, lllinois. Barack was raised by his white mother and white grandmother. After college, he became a community organizer in south Chicago. He associated with leftist radicals went to a radical church, the Trinity Church of south Chicago, presided over by Rev. Jeremiah Wright who preached hatred Of America and the white race. The church was a bedrock and meeting place of every kind of radical from the 60’s to the 90’s and beyond. During the campaign of 2008, which lasted more than eighteen months, the other Democrat running for the nomination Hillary Rodham Clinton, another product of Chicago, who also had been tutored by known Communists and other Radicals of the left. The Republicans ran thru a motley crew of candidates, and settled for John S. McCain, another choosen oneof the News Media. They loved to call him the Maverick, because he continually countered the policy of the Republican Party and the Bush administration. The News Media which was filled with adoring Socialists, dropped their affection for McCain, and turned their attention to Obama. He became the darling of the Media. He was called the Chosen One, The Messiah", he could practically walk on water.

The Media and comedians had a field day. It was the old story of promise you anything and give you nothing. He drew crowds of thousands. It was orchestrated by the Media, and his backers. George Soros, a billionaire, Socialist-Communist, poured millions of dollars into Obama’s campaign fund. Aithough Hillary Rodham Clinton took more delegates before the convention, Obama and his people won out. Obama picked an old politicalhack, Joe Biden as his running mate. This did not sit well among the women, many of whom bolted their party, in favor of McCain. McCain picked a woman as his running mate, Sarah Palin, governor of Alaska. Palin had been Mayor of the small town, she had grown up in. She went on to become governor of Alaska. She was the idealwoman. Bright, intelligent, she hunted, fished, and ran her household, while being a hockey mom, ran the government of Alaska, etc. etc. The News Media tore her apart, critizing her for having a Down syndrome baby, her seventeen daughter getting pregnant, they did their best to turn her and her family into a dysfunctional family. Obama wanted the News Media to lay off her and her family, saying for the campaign, that their personallives were out of bounds. As the campaign droned on and on the closer to Election Day, Obama and his people realized the mistake they had made, picking Joe Biden. The white women’s vote swung back to Obama. McCain and Palin made a valiant effort b ut the election was decided again in the Florida. The deciding factor was the senior citizens, who wanted more entitlements, socialism had taken the day. In 2013, during Obama’s second term, more Muslims were elected to Congress. His advisers and the Secretary of State, a Mullah, was appointed by Obama. Hillary objected but was placated by the promise of her being President, after Obama had served his second term. In 2017, Hillary became President, after the half-hearted campaign run by a dispirited Republican party. In 2025 the states of California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, and Colorado were majority Mexican. The states of Michigan, Minnesota, lllinois, and Missouri were majority Muslim. Whites in all the rest of the states, just barely hung on to any elected offices. A Mullah was elected in 2025 by a very narrow margin. A plurge like the olden days of Stalin’s Russia was started, andgovernorships,Mayor’s offices, seats in both houses of Congress, were taken over by Muslims. Congress and all federaloffices had prayers to Allah, five times a day. Christains and Jews were taxed double, after being given their choice of either accepting Islam or maintaining their various religious sects, by paying a high rate of taxation. In 2035 after the Mullah had served ten years, the people were told that Allah had decreed that the Mullah, Ayatollah, would rule for life.

So, it is fiveteen years later, that we begin our story… . . . . . .

CHAPTER ONE

Dan arrived home from work around six p. m. and parked his Japanese aircar in the apartment complex garage. He climbed out, set the security alarm on the car, and walked over to the elevator door. He stood In front of the identification screen, next to the elevator door. A voice said, ldenify yourself, please. Dan placed his hand against a small screen, below the indentifing screen, which lit up with a light green glow, and again the voice said:’now place your right eye against the Identifier screen. Dan complied, and the voice said, You may enter the elevator, Dan Crockett. Dan entered the elevator, and punched the button for his apartment on the flveteenth floor. A rushing of wind sound, and a small bump, and then another gushing of air, and the backdoor to the elevator cage opened, and Dan stepped out into the kitchen of his apartment. Dan walked through his kitchen, and into his bedroom, where he quickly undressed and entered his bathroom. He adjusted the controls on the outside of the shower, then stepped inside the shower, where the glass door automatically shut, and nozzles extruding from the walls of the shower, sprayed water on him, then nozzles in the ceiling traveled along a track, spraying liquid soap over him. The soaping nozzles made another trip overhead, then he was blasted with water again, after which a fan in the overhead, and fans in the walls, alrdried his body. Dan stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. After putting on some causal clothes, he went into the kitchen, and selected a meal that contained a vegan diet. The bell on the micro-oven rang a minute later, and Dan removed the meal and set it on a tray, and carried it into the living room. After getting situated in his chair, he pressed the remote control for his television set. His selection(s) were limited to government channels. He pressed the button for Newsand a picture of a woman, wearing a veil, appeared on the screen telling about demonstrations that were taking place across the country, in protest over a Christaln white man, who had insulted a Muslim. It seems that the Christain had lookeda certain way at the Muslim, and the Muslim had taken it as an insult. Dan muttered under his breath:’probably take the poor slob out and behead him. ‘(Cameras and listening devices had been installed in all buildings, and private residences, since 2035). There were very few places that the people could have conversations, and when they did, they lowered their heads, to avoid having their lips readby the monitor cameras constantly sweeping all areas, where people-monitors were watching on screens for Crimes’or anyother susplciousactivities. Among Dan’s associates, and people he had learned to trust, they had developed a code and manner of communication that had not yet been detected by these monitors. The only safehavens In Dan’s apartment was his bathroom and bedroom. The only communication equipment allowed was the Televisor-Phone. This phone had a screen about fiveteen inches square, and buttons for talk, volume, record, answering, and conference. It could be monitoredat anytime, so Dan kept his conversation’s short and to the point, to avoid any sudden monitoring of his calls.

The next morning he got up and went through the usual rountine of getting ready for work. He went into the kitchen, and after standing awhile looking at the Microwave oven, and selection of instantbreakfasts, he decided to forego his usual. He walked over to the elevator, and said to himself, ‘l’m having a good ole fashioned breakfast thi s morning’. He punched the elevator button, and the door opened. He stepped inside, and pushed garage. A moment later, the door opened, and he walked over to where his Aircar was parked, pushed starton his keypad remote, and hi s Aircar started a small whining sound, the driver’s door opened and Dan sat down behind the steering wheel and looked over the controls. He activated the GPS, and punched in a number of coorderates, and then pulled back on the control stick. The Alrcar lifted off the garage floor, as short wings came out of the body on either side, there were only three wheels, one under each wing, and a nose wheel. The wheels retracted up inside the body, and Dan maneuvered the car out of the garage, and onto the street’’or airlane. He pushed another button, allowing the CPS to take over. Dan sat back and relaxed to enjoy the ride and the view of traffic zipping around the buildings ofWashington, D. C. He soon arrived at his destination, an older and seedy looking neighborhood. The Alrcar glided to a stop in front of a restaurant, that had a neon sign flashing on and off, behind a glass spattered with bird droppings. The sign over the door was streaked with rust, and only half of the restaurant’s name was lit. He put down the wheels of the Aircar, and climbed out. As he walked towards the door, he looked up and read the only letters, that were lit: NAN which rapidly flashed on and off, while the CY’S remained lifeless. As he entered, the aroma of bacon and eggs hit his nostrils, and he smiled to himself, and thought how wonderful the smell. A waitress approached him, and sald, Counter, booth or table, hon? He looked at her, and quickly took in the sight of a middle-aged woman with dyed redhair, a pencil stuck in her hair, a blue uniform trimmed with white piping, and white ankle socks inside white rubber soled shoes. He said, Booth. With that, she quickly led him to the booth nearest them and slapped a plastic bound menu onto the table. As he was sitting down, she asked what he wanted to drink. He ordered a glass of icewater and a cup of coffee. She quickly walked away, leaving Dan a view of an ample undulating rearend. As quick as she had left, she returned with the coffee and glass of i cewater. He noticed the front of her uniform was straining against buttons and a huge safety pin, who both looked as though they would lose the fight to a pair of melon-size breasts, which threatened to escapeat any moment. Dan was not quick enough to divert hi s eyes, and she noticed his look. She was not the kind to miss an opportunity for sarcasm. She had a wide crooked grin on her face, and tartly remarked, Like what you see, dearie? Dan flushed and redden face gave him away, as he looked down at the cup of coffee. She threw her head back and laughed. She bent down to the levelof the booth’s table, and elbowed him, and said:Oh ain’t we shy?She stood back up, and said, Well, hon, what would you like to order? Dan scanned the menu, and said, I’ll have number six She said, Be back in a flash.Dan looked around the restaurant, and caught the eye of a woman dressed in a business jacket and skirt, slowly eating a plate of two eggs and three slices of bacon, and wheat toas t between sips of hot tea. Dan said, Nice day, and nice to sneak in an ole-fashioned breakfast. She nodded in agreement, and said, Yes, it is a nice day, and yes it feels almost wicked to be sitting here enjoyi ng it.Dan smiled, and turned back to his coffee. For Several years now, with government clamping down on al most every facet of their lives, the people had small ways of rebelling against some of the unsuffable laws, rul es and regulations. Besides the Envirvomental Police, there was the Health Police, which had their start in the early 2000’s who fought against obesity, trans-fat, redmeat, and anyother food stuffs, they deemed dangerous and unhealthy. Dan looked up and the waitress was approaching him, with his order. Dan glanced over to the woman at the table, and said, Here’s my order, and believe me, I’m going to enjoy it, and not feel a bit quilty.The woman laughed, and said, Good.The waitress set his down in front of him, and asked, Anything else, hon?Dan looked the order over, and said, I see that there is some ketchup here, so I quess there’s nothing else that Ill need. The waitress said, Enjoy. Dan went to work on a plate of three eggs, three slices of bacon, a pile of fried potatoes, and two slices of rye toast. The waitress passed by his booth, and quickly fi lled his coffee cup to the brim.

Upon finishing his meal, Dan walked to the small counter at the front of the restaurant, where the Transaction machine was situated. The woman at the counter inserted his check into the machine, and Dan inserted his Debit Card and a receipt dropped into a small Shute at the bottom. Dan picked up the receipt, said a good dayto the woman, and left the restaurant. Since the early days of 2025, paper money and coins were disconti nued, and the underground Economy had been elimi nated. Everyone was issued Debit Cards, working people, as well as Non-working, and Retirees. From time to time, non-workers (people on welfare) caused trouble with busi nesses and government officials, when their use of the cards, had gone over the limit, and they still demanded they receive the goods or services they wanted. This situation had never been resolved since the days of Insti tuting these debit cards back in 1993, under President Bill Cllnton, who had been forced to sign the Welfare Billwritten by Republicans who had formed the Contract with America. With the huge influx of immigrants from the Third World, Somali ans were some of the worst offenders in the use of debit cards.

Dan climbed into his Aircar, and headed for his job at the Government Procurment Office. Dan arrived at the garage, and went through security, and took the elevator to his floor. The elevator doors opened, and he summoned a Scooterand upon its arrival, he sat down and pushed the button for his office. The Scooter stopped at the door of his office, and he touched the return button, and the scooter returned to the scooter corral.

Dan walked over and sat down behind his desk. The name plate on his desk read: Dan Crockette, Assistant Manager Procurement Office, his Televisor Phone rang, and Tom McNulty, Dan’s boss appeared on the screen. Hello, Dan, how your weekend, Dan said; Fine, how are you doin, Tom?Tom described his weekend, and mentioned having him over to the house for dinner some evening. Dan said that he appreciated the offer, and he was free any evening that was convenient for Tom and his wife, Kay. Tom said, See you at lunch time; I’ve got a few things to tell you.Dan said, See you then.The screen went blank, and Dan reached for some papers, that had arrived out of the fax machine. He studied over each sheet, and put them in basket(s) marked, pick-up, rush, high priorityor return to stock. Dan continued sorting out the sheets, which contained orders for the needs of government departments needing supplies, parts, or maintainence requests for various operations. They supplied government offices across the country, and the armed forces. Dan’s job was determining the priority of the orders, follow-up on any foul-ups and supervising the managers of the various warehouses that housed the supplies and parts. Dan keep a steady pace, until the bell rang for the lunch period. His daily routine on the sounding of the bell, was to get up from the desk, and walk over to the window, and peer down at the people moving like ants on the sidewalks below, and follow the traffic as it transversed the various levels of the highways. Dan was never in a hurry to join the thundering crowd during the lunch period. Choosing instead to l eisurely ‘‘callfor a scooter and go down on the elevator to the Cafeteria Flooror go with his boss, Tom to the Freedom Plaza. This plaza was filled with various food kiosks serving anything from hot dogs to some of the most exotic concoctions ever served up by any cook. It was always interesting to see the multiculture mix gathered in one place. Another reason for Dan going to the plaza, was that one could never predict what one would see and hear there. It was named the Freedom plaza, because it provided anyone brave or bold enough to use the platform and speakers podium to espouse on any gripes against the government, conduct debates, make announcements, from weddings to public executions. It was a hub of activity from six in the morning, to six in the evening. A strict cerfew throughout the city was enforced. No one was allowed outside after 9p.m. So gathering at the Freedom Plaza, was a chance to vent and get relief from the dull and stifling life style, most people had to live.

Tom stopped at Dan’s office door, on his scooter. He yelled: Hey, Crockette, ready for lunch? Dan came to the door, and said, You bet, boss. I’ll call for a scooter, and meet you at the Elevator."

Dan and Tom greeted each other at the elevator door, by shaking hands. Tom punched the Elevator button, and in a second the doors of the elevator slide open, and the pair stepped inside. Tom pressed the botton labeled Lobbyand the elevator arrived on the ground floor. They passed through security, and walking through the aircurtain they arrived on the street, and stepped abroad the people-mover, a sidewalk like a conveyor belt that was set for a moderate speed, so most people, from the smallest child to the oldest adult, could travel without fear of tripping and falling. After riding for a minute or two, Tom said, l’ve had enough of this thing, let’s get some exercise and walk by mare’s shank, and make some time. Dan was always amused by Tom’s use of colloquialisms for most every situation.

Dan admired his use of language and his knowledge of history. Almost every lunch that they had together, was a learning experience for Dan. Dan believed in what Tom told him about the country’s past history, but was still trying to reconcile and compare it with what he had learned during his days in school. Dan had been born at the start of the rule of a Mullah. Christains and Jews were informed about the Dhimmah, and for days whites were terrorized throughout the city. Many died at the hand of crazed Muslims, wielding swords and guns, indiscriminately shooting and wildly swingnig their swords at any white they met.

Blacks and Mexicans, who were devoted Christains and Catholics, were beaten into submission and decided to accept the terms of the Dhimmah. Later, whites given the ultimation of death or the dmimmah, choose the later, but grumbled