The Vision of the World of Next Tuesday


Comrades, the things I saw and did with the Chairman and his "friends" are best left to your wildest imaginations. I staggered back to my dacha bewildered and exhausted. Still in the dream, I "woke" once more to the sight of the Charirman, dressed as a Kennedy cop, and pockets again stuffed with money. We make it out to the car, and I am greeted by 7 common proles and a new batch of 7 lovely comrades with their toasters, and Nancy! Nancy was on top of the world in her excitement having become the most powerful woman in history. She was wearing her traditional "power bitch" outfit with a diamond bracelet with a key to an"Obama Testicle Lock Box" whatever that is, I was afraid to ask. She was telling the most hilarious stories about the Empress, but I noticed everything she said was in the past tense and she would spit out some red slime every time she mentioned her name. Priemier Betty was there in the front still, mumbling his disbelief and doubts. We took off on yet another amazing journey, as I was taken to 7 bramd new gulags where we dropped off a prole at each location. The Chairman then took me to the top of the UN building and said "It's all for us Commissar, it is all for us."
Without going into further details, as there may be still some "innocents" among our readers, suffice it to say that in my dream, every time I woke up and it was a Tuesday, and this happened 7 times, each time I was awoken by the Chairman in increasingly odd dress, and taken to increasingly exotic "power" trips. I must note that on the last of the trips, finally even the Premier had relaxed and singing some old labor union classics along with the Comrade Red Square. But after this seventh "awakening," I did awake for real. I saw where my tin foil hat had fell off during the night, and quickly replaced it.
I thought no more about this dream as I proceeded my regular duties for the Party, and was caught up on the latest Current Truth, progress reports etc. being broadcast by the Hero Space Dog. That is until I entered the building where I "work" in real life. This building prohibits clear radio transmissions at times, and it was then that the visions of the previous night came back to mind. It was then, with no guidance coming from mu tin foil hat, that I started thinking about what my vision might mean. Comrades, it struck me like a load of beets what I had seen and what it portends for us and the Party.
It is my belief, that come the glorious appearing of the World of Next Tuesday, that we shall do away with the quaint, and unprogressive notion of seven days to a week. This has been a chain imposed on the world by the likes of the Spanish Inquisition and later, Bush and Haliburton. Comrades! Coming soon, every day will be Tuesday! No longer will the proles be prevented from their desire to build the glorious socialist state by such notions of "days off." Every day will be equal, every day will be another glorious day to prove one's devotion to the Party. There will be an increase in productivity like this world has never seen when every collective, every factory, every gulag will be running 24/7 for the glory of the Party! I have a dream comrades!


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Premier Betty
Will she try to steal the presidency again if she comes back?Premier Betty, do you not see? With the Empress out of the picture, and an even larger majority in the house, and most likely the senate, no matter who is elected president, Nancy will have their testicles in a lock box,
Hail Nancy!

