text: This is it, the end of America. It’s on all the radios and on all of the news stations... “Asteroid Amagadden due to reach earth in 1 day.” I hear on my radio as I sit under my sheets whimpering. Just when America had gotten itself back on track we have to deal with this shit... Does that asteroid even know how it’s gonna affect the economy? If that damned glorified rock hits the earth the American dollar probably won’t even be worth a 1/10th of its former glory. Even worse, there’s a group of communists chanting towards the sky all day and night. “Destroy capitalism!, Destroy America!” It’s starting to get on my nerves. Scientists on tv are saying things like “Seriously, the economy is the least of our concerns, if that asteroid hits we’ll all be de-” I turn off the tv, there’s no need for that white coat wearing asshole to tell me, I know that we’ll be in even more debt than before. On the bright side, more people have started going to church after they heard about the crisis and are spending more time with their families. This is what America truly is, a land where tough times pull people together. That there is the American way, and as long as we hold true to our ideals, we won’t have to go through a second great depression. I look at the clock on my alarm and it reads 6:30 A.M. It’s about time for me to head to work. I finish my morning routine by shit-talking some stranger online and when I walk outside the traffic is just terrible. Why do sheeple do these things? They’ll do anything the lizard people tell em to do. I get into my car and begin driving to work, damn it, I’m an hour late now. I finally make my way out of my car and into the office building only to find out that no one is there. See, this is exactly what I meant. People refusing to work, staying home with their families, and being lazy. This is the collapse of America, if this shit keeps up I’ll have to move to Canada, but if I do that I’ll look like a band-wagoner, so that isn’t even an option for me. I look into the sky outside my work building to see nothing but smoke, the honking of the cars can be still be heard as I sit outside of my building. I see a scraggly old man holding a cardboard sign with the reading “The end is not near!” He notices me and begins chanting out “The end is not near!” in an automatic tone. “Tell me about it, these people are acting like it’s the end of the world,” I say as a tire flies at my building and breaks the glass on the 4th floor. The man begins laughing maniacally, “Yes! Yes, that’s what I’ve been saying but no one will listen to me,” he says in desperation. “Then I guess we’re just two of a kind then huh?” I say as I rub my head. I begin to go home after waiting a few more hours to see if anyone would show up and I just sleep until the day ends. I wake up in the morning to check my stocks. "What a shitty day today is," I say as I hear a rumbling brewing in the background.