I am wondering what would happen if 2022 Jamie were granted a brief conversation with her past self, who might say, "Hello there, self, what's the news from the future?"
Well, says 2022 Jamie, where to start?
On June 24 in 2022 you will be lying alone in bed, sick with a disease no one in 2015 has ever heard of, a disease that has killed a million people (and counting) in the US and at least six times that many worldwide-- [2015 Jamie's eyes widen]
--when social media, and media-media too, start to convulse because the three Supreme Court justices who were appointed by President Trump-- [2015 Jamie's eyes narrow, and she says, "President who? Is this your idea of a joke??"]
--no, not a joke; they joined with the other conservative justices to overturn Roe. And Casey too-- [2015 Jamie takes a subtle step backwards, moving away from this clearly delusional person who looks so much like her, only a little grayer and wearier]
"Well," says 2015 Jamie, casting about for a subject change, "what are you planning for today's name day festivities?"
"They moved the feast day," explains 2022 Jamie. "It's not being celebrated today."
"ALL RIGHT," says 2015 Jamie, "I was trying to listen to you but this all just sounds like lunacy. Mass death? President Trump? Did you forget about stare decisis? It's a thing, you know. AND THE FEAST DAY IS JUNE 24th EVERY YEAR; DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME."
"Okay," says 2022 Jamie, "that's what I thought you'd say. Back to my sickbed I go."
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