Icarus Above Dark Earth--the science fiction of Michael Ramalia

Mockumentary The school that I attended was a good old-fashioned private religious one that did not believe in teaching the science of the Free American Islands, nor it did not have any trunk with that nonsense that Denver was actually a Free City-State. No, my mom made sure that me and my siblings were sent to a proper school with spankings, scrounging, confession, and enough misread Christianity that you could choke a horse. Anything less would dishonor her and her ancestors who only worshipped one of the three faces of the Jealous God and came from the real America. Someday, the illegal and pirate-ran government of Free Denver would fall and she (not us) would be welcomed back into the loving arms of the only proper way to run a society. Therefore, my siblings and I had to be properly educated, so that we would not bring any shame to her. Part of a proper education was the mandatory annual protest about the horrors and child slavery practiced by the astronauts-soldiers of New Eg