October 21, 1999:

It has been worse than I ever thought. After Huntsville fell to the invading socialists, I fled on foot. The gas stations started running dry after January 1st, so I didn't have much choice. I honestly didn't believe it would happen this way, that is why I was a y2k polly.

People at this forum and others tried to warn me about the coming early effects of y2k, I ignored them. I even tormented them with accusations of attempting to panic the public, and cause fear for the sake of fear. How wrong I was!

I'm so sorry for not being able to get to a terminal sooner-I'm surprised things are better here in Montana, though I should have known. I made the trip on foot after the federal troops started losing ground to the invaders in early April. The trip was tough, but I met several GI's along the way who helped me learn the ways of survival.

They could have shot me-maybe they should have, after the way I treated their kind before...before...before The End Of The World As I Knew It.

A couple, who said they were from Canada, taught me basic hunting and fishing skills. Without their help, I would have died months ago. I am so thankful for them. They told of bad news from the way they came, and they were heading to warmer climates for the winter. They will likely make it, as they are on horseback.

Horses are the only reliable mode of transportation left now that the New World Order has seized power. The interstates are jammed with dead vehicles filled with rotting corpses. It looks like a scene out of a Stephen King novel (I wonder if Stephen King survived?). Hoardes of Lord-of-the-Flies-type vandals rule the highways of the age passed.

I was living fairly well off the land, having shed the babyfat of a lifestyle dependent upon technology and all it supplied, when, on July 1, 1999 all hell broke loose. When the remaining states attempted the fiscal rollover to FY00, the remainder of society (and hope) finally collapsed on the heads of those who were holding out for a BITR (fools!). Thankfully, I had seen the handwriting on the wall when the Russian nukes hit the northeast.

More later, if I can continue to survive.

StarvingPolly

-- StarvingPolly (starvingpolly@hotmail.com), October 23, 1999

Answers

"on July 1, 1999 all hell broke lose". What am I missing here?

-- (kevin@costner.postguy), October 23, 1999.

That's when Huntsville fell to the invading socialists, I think.

-- arggh (arggh@rottingcorpses.com), October 23, 1999.

Got a good laugh out of that!

By any chance, were the couple from Canada that you ran into named Bob and Doug Mackenzie? You know, with the toques and the case of beer? REPENT, oh Yee of little faith, while there is still time.

-- profit of doom (doom@helltopay.ca), October 23, 1999.

leased fingers?? typist block?? stealin when he should a been buyin??

Night Train

-- jes one a th guys (nt@l.ne), October 23, 1999.

I like it except, can you imagine a polly being so sincere later on...? I can't. They will somehow blame everyone else, especially the doomers for tricking them.

-- Mara (MaraWayne@aol.com), October 23, 1999.

I am pretty sure this is a spoof of "doomers"

-- jeremiah (braponspdetroit@hotmail.com), October 24, 1999.

While the Canadian couple took the time to teach me to hunt and fish, they might as well as been teaching me poetry. Little did I suspect that the wily indigenous population of Montana had already trapped and hunted down whatever remaining game there was, and the rivers were quickly fished out, not having been restocked by Fish & Game. Little did I suspect that there was a difference between sports hunting and subsistence hunting. I still feel guilty for having eaten that Canadian couple's horse, but what could I do?

-- Scarecrow (Somewhere@over.rainbow), October 24, 1999.