>Backstory: Instead of answering @Chimpfighter 's question ["What will life be like in 20 years?"](https://poal.co/s/AskPoal/650313) like a normal person I wrote this as a comment instead. Since I took time to write it, I decided to post it here as a short story so here it goes: **The Grim Future or "What will life be like in 20 years?"** It's just after 5:30 and you are walking down the street to your job at the insect farm. Niggers, shitskins and homeless everywhere. First it started as just tents, now they are building shacks out of whatever materials they can find. The property crisis has become so heavy that the government has forced you to take in two more families to live with your family in your three bedroom house, of course, it was all enforced at a gunpoint. Your back garden has long ago been overtaken by the homeless who kicked in the weak wooden gate and simply moved in. The police and the military basically no longer exist for common people, what's left of them is now acting as private security for the richest ones. Military makes moves here and there just to remind people they still exist. The rape and murder are now a part of daily life. Food has become so scarce that you consider yourself fortunate to be working in the insect farm, no matter how much you were against it when it was first introduced as a "temporary" measure to feed the overwhelming masses of people coming in from abroad. You often think back at the refugee crisis of early 2030s and still remember how frantic it was at the start. First the airports were overwhelmed by those that owned property and had citizenship. Then few months later when the borders closed the less fortunate ones started fleeing the Europe by boats and on foot, suffering heavy losses along the way. After them the niggers and shitskins followed. There was no way to stop them. These people are the ones that live and die in the streets now. The dawn is breaking, and you start to hear an unusual commotion in the street. Even the people from the houses are now coming out and the crowd is all looking toward the North-West and are pointing at the shiny dot in the sky. Suddenly you hear a loud noise coming from the direction of a small, but still manned military base at the end of town, and a big missile flies over in the sky above you, aiming to intercept the shiny object in the sky. Elderly man next to you says "Oy vey! That our [Arrow](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arrow_(missile_family)) system! That thing in the sky must be an ICBM from the The Holy Aryan Empire of Europa!" The Arrow missile sputters out and falls on the other end of the city, taking out a synagogue. "Oy vey" you think to yourself "as soon as I heard jews started making submarines I knew we were doomed". The people are now running and screaming and cramming themselves inside the buildings, as if that will save them. The streets are now entirely empty. You look to the East and see that the dawn broke over the Tel Aviv. "Well goyim" you say out loud "looks like you finally got your New Dawn". You stand in the middle of an empty and quiet street and spread our your arms as if to greet the incoming ICBM with an embrace, like a long lost friend - it's now only moments away. Just before the missile hit and your whole world went black, you could clearly see what was written on the side of it's body: "We do not appreciate you."