He Dreamt Of a world Where Every Catholic Church large enough had an abortion clinic, and the priests would be present, quietly, instructed to make no sounds nor judgements, and the patients, if they chose to, could gain both the necessary medical treatment, and obtain confession, or they could simply do the first, freely, and walk out with a fifty-dollar bill and pack of vegan chocolates, and the priests, if they were believers, could douse the medical waste in holy water, silently, in some corner shrouded away from every living thing
He Dreamt Of a world Where Procreation was discouraged, and Immigration encouraged; nations with ageing populations would be open to vast influxes of people from nations with growing, young populations, and the economics would be grand, and everyone would get medicine, housing and solar panels, or those big wind-powered generators that the president wrongly says cause wind-related cancers
He Dreamt Of a World Where Dolphins, Orcs & Emus and every critter, crawling creature, from the Patagonian Darwin Frog to the Saharan Sand Cat were protected, and where multinational corporations where nearing extinction, and the rich learnt to scrub their own toilets, and the poorest received toilets, and the water ran clean, and cars were all recycled into trains, trams, monorails, sculptures, artifacts, and racism sat in a museum
Then he woke up in 2020.
Wednesday, 10 July 2019, 20:43