posted on Sep, 26 2012 @ 02:19 AM
They'd label you a communist infiltrator, drag you before the Senate Committee on UnAmerican Activities, find you insane, give you electroshock and
insulin therapy treatments... Deem you cured after awhile. buy you a tacky suit, make you get a tacky haircut, and then offer you a good job, a nice
house in the burbs, and you'd marry a woman who'd meet you at the front door, each and every day, with a martini in one hand, your pipe. slippers,
and paper in the other, and who'd say "Hello Dear, how was your day?" before scurrying off to cook you food so soaked in cholesterol that you'd
die 4 years later, happy and having totally forgotten the future ( electroshock works ).
Oh and you'd be able to be an awesome classic car and drive it drunk, without a seatbelt... legally.