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When this all began with coronavirus and the quarantines, I felt like I was living in some real life post-apocalyptic fiction novel. You know where China or Russia develops some killer virus and they infect the world – especially the Western world – with it to achieve domination. The novel then devolves into isolated groups of preppers surviving TEOTWAWKI thanks to preps, guns, and scavenging. If you have read any of the stories or books by James Wesley, Rawles, William Forstchen, A. American, Gary Ott (Tired Old Man) or Jerry D. Young, you know what I mean.
Since the death of George Floyd in Minneapolis at the hands of the MPD, it has morphed from PAW fiction into a recreation of Mao’s Cultural Revolution. You have the attempted shaming of anyone who dissents, you have the violence, you have the cultural artifacts from an earlier time being torn down, and the list goes on. The only thing that seems to be missing is Mao’s Little Red Book.
As to Seattle, maybe Glen Tate’s 299 Days wasn’t fiction after all.