Lisle von Fixin de Hoolie remembers

Here on the river, here in the future, we rest. The great flood of our time has come and gone, taking family and feathered fowl, and furred mammal alike. The sun unleashed its fury upon us generations past, and we suffered greatly in the falling light. Our grandmothers hid beneath pickup trucks, to little avail. Our uncles sequestered boats from weaker willed individuals and families and we were grateful. Survival of the fittest, indeed. And through that slender thread, here you and I stand, the descendants of survivors, grateful for familial tenacity. We have survived. From one survivor comes the rest of the lineage, the von Fixin de Hoolie family will not die, we will not! Our men, with impromptu weapons in hand, swung and swung again, striking out at anything that challenged their survival. Come rabid dog, come smaller men with larger wives and duller children. You will not triumph over our family. We have lived here on this road for over one hundred years! And so the von Fixin de Hoolie clan survived the hard times. In boat, in defiance, in glory blind to the future. This future, this place here quiet from the teeming masses, this eradicated landscape, this eugenic utopia. We live because we will. Taller, with flashier eyes and hands that react with deep succinctness. We are God's grace, an army of the living who refuse to be conquered.
So spoke Marylou's mother, Lisle von Fixin de Hoolie.