The Last Can

Global warming has come, the oceans have risen, the world has changed, massive earthquakes, volcano eruptions on a a scale not seen since Pompeii. A family scavenges for food, searching the old stores and their empty shelves, searching for anything, a morsel, old Twinkies, a gummy bear, anything. Then in the dim light that cracks through the broken window, a can, the last can in the store, the last can perhaps for miles or even a span of state lines. Then the family notices something, movement in the light, it's a person, a person with sandals, cargo shorts, a grateful dead t-shirt, a smile. Oh my, it's a liberal. The man notices the family, then eyes the can, the family eyes the can, awkward moment ensues, the man takes the can, walks over to the family and asks if they wish to share the can of chef-boy-ar-dee with him. They all agree to be civil and enjoy each other's company for the evening. A friend has been made in this new harsh world.
Now let's change the man in the store.
Then the family notices something, movement in the light, it's a person, a person with loafers, black socks, dark blue jeans, a button down long sleeve shirt, an angry frown. Oh my, it's a conservative. the man notices the family, then eyes the can, the family eyes the can, awkward moment ensues, the man grabs a brick throws it at the family, grabs the can, yells at the family to get lost because this can is for him and his family and there is not enough for everyone. The family leaves in fear and sorrow fills their evening.
Now let's change the man in the store again.
Then the family notices something, movement in the light, it's a person, a person with sneakers, faded jeans, a shirt that says " the constitution" somewhere on it, a snide sort of sneer. Oh my, it's a libertarian. The man notices the family, then eyes the can, the family eyes the can, awkward moment ensues, the man grabs his side-arm and shoots the family dead. The End!

I hope you all learned something from this blog today.