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April 23, Saturday,
Geoffrey's wife would be home later to watch the kids, but he needed to go do extra employment hours today because Maurice
cheated the system. Maurice claimed to be religious, one of the devout followers of Kaaler, founder of the Religion of Kaaler
several hundred years ago. There were rumors that the text Kaaler used to create his principles could be found in rich parts
of town or among high thinkers, but none of that mattered to Geoffrey. Maurice was a liar and thief. Maurice claimed he
was ill and could not work in order to collect a special fund the company provided for sick workers. If a person truly was
sick he could benefit. Geoffrey cared about one thing. He felt intense anger. When he was young, his mother encouraged
Geoffrey to study the documentaries. Maurice was a phony. Even Geoffrey knew that religious people were not supposed to
lie and steal.
Robertson lived on the highest floor of his tower. He drank a cup of coffee and stood momentarily viewing the MOO bus
below ready to take the ten Elvises to their reward. Robertson felt an inner, burning rage. Why did his beautiful area have
to be assaulted every day? Another thing that Robertson resented, just in general, was the time at noon when the sun glinted
off the huge statue of Kaaler, founder of the religion. When the next war arrived, Robertson understood those idiots would
be on the buses too, but for now he felt rage. His parents, grandparents, and family for hundreds of years, maybe a thousand
years had improved this area, and the horrible creatures barely human in scope came seeking things they had no right to take.
Robertson used his flip to turn on the mister. Gentle fog filled the enclosed room with a blend of alcohol and marijuana
smoke. It relaxed him. No one could understand the intensity of his emotions. Rage. Anger. Sadness. Hopelessness. How
long could things go on like this? It had been 1000 years since the last population cleansing war, but the world's count
now reached 2.9 billion human beings. Junior high school sterilization programs could only accomplish so much. Robertson
inhaled the fragrant, calming mist and watched the MOO bus begin its journey from the beautiful downtown area.
May 2, Monday, 2016
Candice, age 10, studied a documentary (a book,
it was called). She learned in school that 1000 years ago prior to The War, books were made out of paper and actual buildings
with thousands of the items existed. People might enter the building and borrow a book to learn. Now she learned on the
Geoffrey continued to be angry that Maurice lied
and exploited the employment system. Geoffrey contemplated Maurice losing his position and moving to an outlying neighborhood.
Geoffrey watched his daughter and was proud of her. She would not be sterilized like Bobby (age 17) and Jeff (15). When
each brother reached sixth grade, due to shoddy habits in school, they were sterilized. That would not happen to his daughter,
Geoffrey reasoned. Also, in his job at the computer center, Geoffrey dealt with anachronisms changed over hundreds of years.
Bobby and Jeff were not actually Candice's brothers since having three children would be illegal. The Bosses knew that if
families birthed many children, the 2.9 billion people on the planet would have been out of control a long time ago. He prepared
to leave to go to his job. Damn Maurice.
Candice could not access blue topics, but she
could study The War. After The War, the eastern border of the United States was the Rocky Mountains whereas she had learned
in school that the United States at one time stretched through the Radioactive States all the way to the Atlantic Ocean.
Poor savages occupied that region now. The Hispanic, Great River which ran south from the Grande Lagos easily became
a productive place for the Hispanic Nations. During The War, they successfully battled north from South America.
Geoffrey's wife came home, he greeted her in passing,
and mused to himself in the elevator about the blue history knowledge Candice would never learn. Prior to The War, the civilization
tore itself apart with anger at almost one hundred years of television. DVD burnings and even street hangings of TV producers
occurred. The population righted itself, especially with the decent Religion organized by Kaal. Nevertheless, by that time
it was too late.
Even the Purge of the Professors where university
professors were eliminated happened 400 years prior to The War. This was a blue page. The economy improved during those
400 years. However, as modern people understood, with a population of 8 billion no economic solution could occur. Kaal explained
that war would normally end each era of growth. After The War, humanity again throve. The Bosses paid attention. Population
May 14, Saturday, 2016
The professors lamented they could not understand why
they were disenfranchised and half of them killed. It was not that they destroyed the economy lounging in privileged jobs
at exorbitant incomes. It was not that they hoarded money. What caused the public's wrath? The professors were teaching
these vile behaviors along with a dozen others. The professors did not recognize a basic truth. This was the United States,
home of the free and the brave. How could one reveal these virtues by hiding cash in a money belt and calling police when
peeking out a window at black or hispanic citizens?
Twelve hundred years ago, still prior to the looming War,
as Kaal condensed his religion into understandable tenets, immigrants along the southern border were stopped by hanging one
every fifty yards. Men, women, children, the elderly, everyone of obvious ethnicity and foreign origin were hung every fifty
yards for thousands of miles. Soon, east coast and west coast beaches were adorned in a similar fashion. The Canadian border
was not an exception.
The southern border held mostly women, old people, and
children as young men were able to flee and escape back to their countries. Historians later speculated every hispanic from
Tierra Del Fuego to Arizona became incensed for vengeance which later cause the Hispanic Nations to win the Mississippi Valley
all the way to the Great Lakes.
Geoffrey believed he was reading a blue page he never
should have seen. This history prior to The War was too intense. Enthralled, he continued to scroll along the page. He
feared any moment that burley security men would carry him away to put on a bus. Geoffrey read -- one amazing fact about
the Mexican Hanging Wall as it was described was that fresh bodies replaced decomposed ones and the supply did not abate.
Each hanging post held a succession of three or four bodies before immigration ended. Discarded, de-hung corpses were dragged
a distance to the south and formed a stinking wall three to four feet high in the century prior to The War.
May 19, Thursday, 2016
Geoffrey hoped Candice would study Tammy, a woman from
500 years ago who philosophized about conditions prior to The War. Tammy existed halfway between The War and the present
time. In the 20th century when television developed and became widespread after World War II, idolatry became a condition
of life. Tammy theorized that an abundant planet rich in commodities and excess created a grandiose, weak population trading
places at will. Subterfuge, cunning, and trickery filled what Tammy referred to as a "spoiled" population, irreverent, cowardly,
and greedy. With so much bounty, trading places became a viable method of interacting. Anyone felt entitled to become anything
as long as he wanted it bad enough.
Tammy's great treatise focused on the idolatry, that the
population admired successful people, rich and with golden awards but not accomplished in any craft. Idolatry meant the position,
the office one could get to by trading places was paramount. This disgusting principle led to Kaal developing The Religion,
although he maintained he had a reference book of some kind. No one had seen Kaal's original manuscript, but it was rumored
April 22, Friday, 2016
Candice was a top student, so this week began her new schedule. She could
be home, even at the age of ten, and her brothers still needed to go to school.
"Dad," bored, Candice looked out the window, a large,
efficient plate glass affair for their downtown apartment, at the street below. "Dad, I've been noticing, where does that
bus go every day at noon? Those people appear interesting."
Geoffrey thought that 3126 being an election year
portended bad things. He could not tell his ten year old daughter about the talent agency's agenda.
"They go to a better place," Geoffrey recognized that
Candice still attended four hours in the morning, that was something. "Why don't you read a book?"
The Masters of Opulence talent agency glared brilliantly
in the downtown sun as did all the edifices in the clean, decent part of the city. To exist here, one needed to be rich.
Paul's uniform shirt would be upgraded since he was working out and his muscles now stretched the sleeves. He was the
security guard assigned to get the "ten Elvises" as they were jokingly referred to, on the bus each day.
"It's been twenty every day since I've worked here," Paul
commented to Jackson.
"I'm going to quit when I find something better," replied
"You can't find anything better. It's an election year.
War might be coming anyway so enjoy yourself today. That's my idea. In fact, I could tell one of the bosses that and have
it popularized: War is coming anyway so enjoy yourself today."
"Even if I have to move to an outlying neighborhood,"
Jackson thought Paul's phrase not very clever. "Here comes one. This is eighteen."
The bus left everyday at noon, and recently the number
of talented, hopeful citizens from the bad neighborhoods averaged twenty per day. The candidates sat respectfully as they
waited for their chance to move ahead, impress their relatives and friends, and display their talents to the world. A man
carrying a guitar approached.
"Is this it? Is that the bus I get on?"
"It sure is," said Paul. "Congratulations."
"I'm The Baron, they call me. Look," he shifted the guitar
to play, "I use three fingers and it sounds as good as someone using four. I created my performing name, The Baron, after
a guy I read about, The King, a guitar player named Elvis famous in Las Vegas twelve hundred years ago."
"Come on," Jackson thoroughly hated this job, "get on
the bus, Baron, and good luck."
Mike Hayne is making
a commitment to write here as often as possible during the summer 2016.
May 10, Tuesday, 2016
gentle mist from the device developed centuries ago for the elite. Although mist was illegal for savages and those living
in outlying areas, people on Robertson's level enjoyed the calming effect. He was a minor Boss. He still had judges above
him. The computer center worked at the task of enticing various writers, artists, actors, or musicians to the Masters of
Opulence talent agency downtown. Even intoxicated on mist, Robertson shuddered. Nevertheless, who was he to buck the system?
Robertson could still see the annoying glare of sunlight a distance away on the forty story statue built after the War
1000 years ago. Prior to Kaal, the media-sick population groveled in perversion, mental illness, and ignorance. Eventually,
the DVD burnings had occurred, and then came the War which Bosses learned in childhood cleansed civilization.
Geoffrey crossed the beautiful, downtown plaza and entered the computer building. His job was to monitor contestants
and participants of all kinds who believed they could somehow move to favored downtown real estate. Geoffrey himself wanted
to move and take his ten year old daughter with him. In their attractive homes downtown, his wife and the other children,
husbands, and wives would all be alright, but was there somewhere better and less threatening he and Candice could escape
to? If her grades fell, when she became twelve sterilization threatened. That could not happen, Geoffrey determined.
May 17, Tuesday, 2016
Candice read a documentary page on her view screen about
pre-war, 1000 to 1800 years ago, television. The eventual DVD burnings prior to The War were meant to correct the public's
thinking and save people from doom. Kings, dictators, and United States elites calculated that television comedy shows could
be a barometer of the human condition. The most popular shows of lust and perversion, hate, greed, egotism, and stupidity
identified what were called "masses" of human beings not worth anything to the rulers. Could a European monarch plan to start
a war knowing cities would be destroyed? Were any noble, thoughtful, or decent citizens present that might be harmed? No.
The royal family or the dictator's gang were important but a groveling mass gratifying itself on personal insults or pathetic
sexual concepts proved expendable.
Candice, age 10, glanced up. Her mother and brothers
arrived in the spacious apartment after school, and they performed various activities. Candice continued to read. She understood
the word sexual as having to do with sterilization. That had been explained to her. She noticed her father returned to work
earlier due to someone named Maurice. Dad shared that information when he and Candice enjoyed the morning alone in the apartment.
If he was there now, Candice could have asked what 'pathetic' meant. She overlooked it. Personal insults and pathetic sexual
concepts, Candice reasoned, were the fare disdained by the 'peasants' several hundred years prior to The War. Because none
of the 'fans' of the TV shows were deemed to be accomplished (like the sterilization of lazy students now), those millions
or billions of humans became destined to be destroyed. By the time the public corrected its thinking, burned a thousand years
of popular television DVDs, and executed media producers, The War already was set to occur. The lost, ruined souls of millions
of human beings were already doomed. Even Kaal and his religion could not avert disaster for planet Earth.