Start The Revolution Without Me Ch 11

"The trouble with matriarchy, besides the obvious injustices of it, is that it depends entirely on the goodwill, meekness, and sufferance of men. The moment that this assent is withdrawn, the ladies who pretend to be in control quickly discover how entirely helpless they are. Any sort of hierarchy that cannot defend itself or preserve its own existence without relying on the abject and voluntary compliance of someone else is neither natural, nor practical, nor sensible, nor logical. Any matriarchy, by its very nature, is a house of cards just waiting to topple over." - Col. Jack Harrison

Some time later,

The Alton Family Residence

Miam, Florida

"So, my friends, I humbly accept your nomination to be the next President of the United States!" Senator Bernie Sanders of Vermont stood and accepted the Democratic nomination to be the next President of the United States.

We all watched with some fascination, of course, seeing the old pinko goat get his moment in the Sun at last. While he stood a better chance than Biden when one compared head-to-head poll match-ups, there were certainly factors that had yet to be considered. The economy in the United States was a mess, due to a variety of factors, but there was a growing influx of capital from British expats like myself who had found ways to save their assets from confiscation.

I personally thought that the same factors that had buoyed Sanders' chances would also benefit Trump. One was the collapse of the Warren candidacy from both the exodus of feminists and the increasing mistrust by even progressive male voters for female candidates. Another aspect of this was the general, "swing voter" antipathy to anything resembling feminism these days. It was kind of a "kiss of death" for many candidates to be too feminist in their leanings nowadays. The fiasco that was gynocracy in England was enough to make even plenty of female swing voters leery of too much association with such things.

The arrests of Cardi B, Beyonce Knowles, and Asia Argento, among others, had brought the alleged plot to take over the United States by force and establish a matriarchy through a violent revolution or coup into people's eyes. Leaked videos went viral of various feminists talking a good game about how they planned to take over by hook or by crook, and do in the United States and Canada what they did in Great Britain. Six ministers of the Canadian Liberal government of Justin Trudeau, all women, had to resign and be replaced in a hurry. The Conservative Party of Canada was very quick to pounce on that, unlike the New Democrats, who apparently had too many malignant feminists among their leaders, too.

Meanwhile, the general strike that had spread throughout England threatened to cause the national infrastructure to utterly collapse. Men increasingly left their sponsors, camped out in front of work sites, and didn't merely refuse to work on them. They deliberately created a massive picket line and refused to let anyone cross it. Male police constables had quit in a hurry by now and attached themselves as security for these campers. Male military personnel not only deserted, but took much of the military gear with them and disabled the systems which they had operated in the recent past. Male mutineers seized control of various warships and put their female officers in the brig.

In other words, England was disintegrating in what could only be called a new national revolution. There were many threats issued by the Prime Minister and her government, but naturally, these were ignored and it was harder for her to gain access to the necessary media to broadcast to the public. The power grid was on the brink of total failure, and with it came much misery, economic dislocation, lawlessness, crime, and general mayhem. It was almost certain that, at the present rate, England was about to return to the Dark Ages or worse.

While watching all of this with my new family, just after coupling with Vicky in fact, I got a phone call with an unidentified number. I was very curious as to who this could be, of course. It was obviously a burner, but how much reception would anyone clearly still in England have, right? The electric power grid was in serious trouble and that would adversely affect anything that relied on it. Trash had to be piling in the streets, too, I thought, a notion that tickled me pink.

"Who is this?" I demanded to know.

"This... is Percy. Mum and Patsy are with me. Look, man, you were quite right and even Patsy and Mum know this. We've got major egg on our faces here! We just want to find a way out of the country. My wife, or rather sponsor, definitely proved to take over my firm and to be every bit the tyrant that you seemed to fear. Anyway, major things are going down. The Queen has formally abdicated in favor of Charles, who has immediately and formally dismissed the New Order regime and dissolved Parliament.

"They're likely to ignore that, but in the meantime, the new King has appointed a Prime Minister, a Royal Navy admiral, in fact, and a cabinet full of exiles, though not entirely, since Scotland is still part of the UK for now, and there are some Scots and Welshmen in the government. The King has now ordered the armed forces, as formal commander-in-chief, to 'expel the illegal New Order regime from office and succor His Majesty's lawful government in restoring law and order to the realm.' Those were the King's words. The bloke's grown a pair all of the sudden, only took a major threat to men everywhere to do the trick," Percy informed me in cautious tones.

"Where are you, anyway, bro?" I asked my brother, who laughed.

"In Manchester, of all places. In a pub with a backup generator. Most of the pubs were shut down for one reason or another, with most shops and cafes and such catering to the female palate. Well, now, many of those are down due to lack of power. Only places with generators can still operate. The whole bloody city's gone dark, but that makes it ideal for hiding out. Most of northern England is dark, in fact. Bristol and Exeter, too, in fact. The regime's days are quite numbered, I dare say," Percy ventured.

"Oh, and the King has formally offered to convert to the 'Assembly of Light,' believe it or not. There is actually serious growth in interest in your church in large parts of the UK suddenly, as you and Nina are the most famous British expats. You're also a wanted fugitive that the New Order regime really wants to extradite back home, but the United States' has frankly refused. They are so fucking furious at President Trump for his refusal, but I have to respect his courage here," Mum told me now, even as she handed the phone to Patsy.

"Bro, I'm so sorry... you were right... Gerald and Vicky and Dad were right... we were wrong! It's clear that matriarchies don't exist because they're incompetent and unsustainable. I'm so sorry for everything... don't worry, we won't be a burden. We're going to do our part here at home to help bring down the regime, however we can. The sooner that things return to some kind of normalcy, the better," Patsy added for her part now, just before the call got cut off.

"Well, well, well, it seems that King Charles III looks to us for spiritual guidance now. I'm more than happy to give it to him. I will send out a press release tomorrow to the effect that I gladly accept His Majesty's conversion and urge him to 'be firm and crack down hard on these lawless tyrants.' I wonder how much power and influence I will have on the new regime. It would seem that we're about to find out. With the regular armed forces prepared to use deadly force to topple New Order, its rule should be over in no time flat," I commented as I snuggled with my sister, legal wife, sister-in-law, and Slaves Heather and Cassidy now.

"Oh, love, when you talk like that, it makes me so bloody wet! Ravish me already!" Nina urged me as I began pumping her from behind.

We soon began turning that act into an orgy, which quickly fused with the one on the living room floor between Jim and Karen, Dale and Stacey, Lisa and Michelle. Jim, Dale, and I would have our hands full as the only chaps in the family... for now. We had invested more than a little in a certain blue pill as a result, since we were no supermen.

"Room for one more," we suddenly heard in the living room, though who was it that got past security?

"Fernando?" Heather rushed up and practically dragged her estranged husband down to join us in the clusterfuck.

That he didn't mind or fight her spoke volumes about his new and improved attitude. I had added yet another couple to the group, which was fine bi me (yes, deliberate pun... can you blame me?). We could always use another cock to help satisfy our wives... yes, ours. The day when polygamy became legal was surely not far off, especially in the UK if His Majesty listened to me. Louise Perry could bite me if she didn't like that. She and her sort helped to create the mess, too. Feminism and too many female scolds were among society's ills, not its cures.

"Oh... fuck, yes," Heather screamed as she let her husband fuck her arse... and I now pounded Stacey from behind... straight from Nina's, Tanveet's, Cassidy's, Heather's, Karen's, and Vicky's twats.

The future wasn't male or female now... it looked a lot rosier than that for a change.