Somewhere in America, 2016....

Little Jimmy Walks in the front door...

Jimmy: Hi Mom, I'm home!
Mother: Hi Jimmy, how was school?
Jimmy: Great! Today in Marxist Studies we got to practice collective farming!
Mother: Aw that's swell Jimmy. What is your class growing this year?
Jimmy: Genitically Modified Tomatoes. They're huge, but I don't like em. They taste funny and they wiggle to much when you slice them.
Mother: Now Jimmy, don't complain. Their are still plenty of starving hurricane victims in New Jersey who would love to have free government tomatoes right now.
Jimmy: I guess your right.
Mother: Did you remember to get the mail when you came in? I'm expecting my free obamaphone any day now.
Jimmy: Mom you have been saying that for 4 years, I don't think it's coming.
Mother: Oh I'm sure it will come, the mail man is probably just slow because of all the gas shortages and rolling power outages. Go check.
Jimmy: OK.
(2 minutes later)
Jimmy: No phone mom, but you did get your welfare statement.
Mother: Oh Thank Goodness! Let me see!
(Mother reads letter)
Mother: Oh Boy Jimmy. It says here they added another $9,000 dollars to my debit chip arm implant. Now I can buy at least two loafs of bread with that!
Jimmy: Woohoo!
Mother: Isn't this great! when your other mom gets home, we can all go out and celebrate tonight...as long as we are back before before curfew.
Jimmy: Awe thats great! You two are the best parents a boy could ever ask for.
Mother: Jimmy! Watch your language. You know we don't use oppressive gender biased terminology in this houshold!
Jimmy: I'm sorry...I mean you two are the best parents a human offspring could ever hope for.
Mother: That's better!
Jimmy: Oh look mom, theres another letter here too...it says I have to report to the involuntary volunteer youth core.
Mother: Already! But I thought they wouldn't make you join that for another year??
Jimmy: Apparently they added a year to the service. Aww mom...but I wanted to join the School basketball team this year...not march around in uniforms picking up trash and washing police tanks.
Mother: Now Jimmy, you know that everyone has to do their youth community service duty sooner or later.
Jimmy: But bobby from down the street didn't have to.
Mother: That's right, and remember what happened? One of the neighborhood group spy patrols reported him and now his daddy is in a re-education camp. Is that what you want...to see both your mommies taken to a camp?
Jimmy: No...I guess not.
Mother: Good, then be a good human person and do what your told.
Jimmy: (Sigh)...OK.
(Sound of a claxon)
Mother: Oh my, is it 4:00pm already? Quick Jimmy, turn on the T.V....it's time to worship the glorious leader!
Jimmy: Aww, can't we just skip it today mom?
Mother: Don't be silly Jimmy. Now hurry up or the neighbors will see and think we arent loyal!
Jimmy: (sigh) Ok...
TV: "Hello my fellow comrades..."