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SmokingWeed Book One - Prologue
The world has been sectioned into two after the war. Twenty percent of population was under the control of the People's Republic of China. Anyone with the Chinise Genetic DNA marker CHINK87 could join the Republic if they so wished. Other eighty percent belong to the United States of the followers of Bubba. The followers of Bubba had to stand on one leg five times a day and pray. By followers, I meant men. Women were bitches: property of men. So, it's not surprising the underground resistance to Bubba was mostly of female persuasion.
I was a pacifist to begin with. I didn't really mind about Bubba. I didn't take it seriously. I mean, I lived in Canada for fucks sake. But when my father was taken prisoner for teaching free thought in University of Quebec, and my mother was hunged for practicing illegal abotion, I had to change my mind. By the way, if my mother was a man, she wouldn't have been hunged, but sent to forced labour like my father.
I wanted blood. I wanted free my father. I wanted revenge.
So I joined the resistance.
The resistance was organised into small cells which operated indipendently, most of the time. Our cell's leader was Lisa Hannslotte. When I met her, it was the first time in five years I saw a woman's face other than my late mother. Lisa was butt ugly. She was the most intelligent person I'd ever met as well.
Our first meeting took place at the basement of one of cell members, Rose. People called her Marx I don't know why. Other times, they called her Indigo because half of her face was discolored indigo due to the fact that she was in USA when the Bubbaists released Soddam Gusein V12 Gas.
I met Francis Cornelius Jefferson the third there. Only other male member of the cell. He was a computer/engineer wizerd. We called him Bob.
SLG didn't have much talent except that she was extreamly pretty. So, she usually got the ''wet job'' assighnment. That is to seduce a Bubbaist into a bed, fuck him or her silly, and shoot the mark whilist he or she is asleep in exhaustion. She got a lot of intelligence out undercover also. SLG stood for Slut Loving Girl. She was a pussy lover by birth.
JL stood for Jew lover. For some reason, JL dedicated herself for loving circumsized cocks. Which counted me right out of it. I wasn't sure what she was an expert in.
Apart from me, Maggie was the newest member of the cell. We called her Killer M. Killer joined resistance after finding her husband praying dedicatedly on one leg one afternoon. It had explained a lot as to why he was becoming increasingly boring in the bed room. She was good with guns.
Might be continued
Who wants to join our resistance? Are their any view points from the Bubbaists?
The world has been sectioned into two after the war. Twenty percent of population was under the control of the People's Republic of China. Anyone with the Chinise Genetic DNA marker CHINK87 could join the Republic if they so wished. Other eighty percent belong to the United States of the followers of Bubba. The followers of Bubba had to stand on one leg five times a day and pray. By followers, I meant men. Women were bitches: property of men. So, it's not surprising the underground resistance to Bubba was mostly of female persuasion.
I was a pacifist to begin with. I didn't really mind about Bubba. I didn't take it seriously. I mean, I lived in Canada for fucks sake. But when my father was taken prisoner for teaching free thought in University of Quebec, and my mother was hunged for practicing illegal abotion, I had to change my mind. By the way, if my mother was a man, she wouldn't have been hunged, but sent to forced labour like my father.
I wanted blood. I wanted free my father. I wanted revenge.
So I joined the resistance.
The resistance was organised into small cells which operated indipendently, most of the time. Our cell's leader was Lisa Hannslotte. When I met her, it was the first time in five years I saw a woman's face other than my late mother. Lisa was butt ugly. She was the most intelligent person I'd ever met as well.
Our first meeting took place at the basement of one of cell members, Rose. People called her Marx I don't know why. Other times, they called her Indigo because half of her face was discolored indigo due to the fact that she was in USA when the Bubbaists released Soddam Gusein V12 Gas.
I met Francis Cornelius Jefferson the third there. Only other male member of the cell. He was a computer/engineer wizerd. We called him Bob.
SLG didn't have much talent except that she was extreamly pretty. So, she usually got the ''wet job'' assighnment. That is to seduce a Bubbaist into a bed, fuck him or her silly, and shoot the mark whilist he or she is asleep in exhaustion. She got a lot of intelligence out undercover also. SLG stood for Slut Loving Girl. She was a pussy lover by birth.
JL stood for Jew lover. For some reason, JL dedicated herself for loving circumsized cocks. Which counted me right out of it. I wasn't sure what she was an expert in.
Apart from me, Maggie was the newest member of the cell. We called her Killer M. Killer joined resistance after finding her husband praying dedicatedly on one leg one afternoon. It had explained a lot as to why he was becoming increasingly boring in the bed room. She was good with guns.
Might be continued
Who wants to join our resistance? Are their any view points from the Bubbaists?
