Skip to comments."Alas, Brave New Babylon" new fiction by Matt Bracken
Posted on 08/26/2013 6:20:36 AM PDT by Travis McGee
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I hope that you will read it and pass it along.
This is gonna be good. Read it tonite. :)
note to self: return for reading later.
For later, thanks!
Thanks for what you do, Matt.
Thank you, I still paid the 99 cents anyway and got it early.
Thanks for posting...will read tonight.
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Can you imagine teenagers the day after SHTF.
Life with no TV or internet or cell phone or stupid music.
Knowing that most of their favored celebrities are probably starving too.
Forced to help mom and dad dig up the backyard to raise a garden, go hunting and fishing with dad, help mom can the veggies etc
School would look real good real fast. lol
I wanted to highlight a single telling piece of the article.
Then I found a better one.
And the one after that.
I finally stopped the fruitless search.
I noticed a few snippets of the talks we’ve had in the past. I am humbled that I might have become a dry-erase board for your writer’s mind.
Again, Travis, Bravo Zulu.
Very Chilling. A good article/story, but you know in your heart that only a very few who already think the same way will take it to heart.
Oh yes, I had to re-read the FEMA/Walmart scenario a couple of times. Well thought out and very, very plausible I’m afraid. It leaves it up to the imagination of the reader but for myself... I can see someone trying to solve a future problem by getting the most needy ‘taken care of first’.
Always enjoy your writings...keep it going, Patriot.
As I said elsewhere:
VERY well done. You have given me a focus of survival techniques and items to acquire as well as a series of things I should read. Additionally — to those who are news-unaware and culture-oblivious — you have given them something to mull over.
I can honestly say you have ‘suited up and shown up’ much better than most, certainly much better than me. The best I have done in my writing efforts have been to reinforce what the like-minded already believe. if this gets in front of the other side, you might just sway a few minds.
Of that, we can only hope. I feel the shortness of the story is it’s brilliance. I, personally, find it much harder wading through a whole book. That, plus the high signal-to-noise ratio, have made this the singular most important thing I have read in 2013. That ain’t no bull(feces), neither, and for me to say that is a big deal.
I’m just a little sponge that copies from the dry erase boards of many other freepers.
Downloading to my Kindle today!
Those would be the exceptionally lucky ones.
How many people do you know today who don't even have a backyard to dig up to plant a garden, to say nothing of having no seeds or tools, nowhere to fish or hunt, don't even have jars to can with, no a clue on how to do it, to say nothing of having nothing to can?
I planted a significant garden this year for the first time in many years; next year I'll be doing a lot of things differently.
What's mind-boggling is how much space is needed to grow significant calories; 100 square feet will, on a good season, produce 30,000 calories of potatoes.
That will feed one person a starvation diet of 1000 calories per day for one month.
Scale from there.
You had me from I-81 in NE Tennessee. I know that exit.
Will share widely.
That was a good read, and quite imaginable, given the recent events.
Dayum, Matt. Started reading figuring to come back later and really read it and by “The Hawk’s Nest”, realized I was ALREADY really reading it and couldn’t stop until IT stopped.
Wow. Just wow.
By the way, I referenced potatoes because they maximize the calories-per-square-foot you get; that’s why the poor Irish subsisted on them for generations, until the blight hit in 1847 and 2 million of 6 million starved, and another 2 million were exported to the New World.
Well written as always. Hopefully it will remain as fiction for now. It truly is remarkable how fragile our society is and how quickly it could turn very ugly even for the prepared.....
Super ping to all lists...
Disregard doubles or triples, but get here.
I can’t wait to download. I thank you for your efforts to make me think of the unimaginable outcomes that could happen.
Wow..! U r an amazing writer.
I like it!
Have your other books on Kindle. Thanks for this.
Bumpitty bump bump!
I enjoyed the read, thanks for posting.
Thanks Kart - read it on Saturday ;-)
I put a review/comment of it on The Western Rifle site.
You can do a LOT more with potatoes if you go vertical.
Try this out some time. The neat part about it is you can peel away the base and start eating ‘taters while the top wrungs are still growing.
I’m at work now and only got to read the first part, unfortunately — it’s really good!! Well-written, scary but believable and most likely exactly what will happen when the economy crashes.
Will read the rest when I get home later and pass it along.
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