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    Great Society: A Dark Comedy
    Great Society: A Dark Comedy
    Great Society: A Dark Comedy
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    Great Society: A Dark Comedy

    By Henry DeWisconsin

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    LanguageEnglish
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    Release dateMar 18, 2010
    ISBN9781449034467
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      Great Society - Henry DeWisconsin

      Contents

      CHAPTER 1:

      Knock On The Door

      CHAPTER 2:

      Show Time

      CHAPTER 3:

      Union Went On Strike

      CHAPTER 4:

      Purging the System

      CHAPTER 5:

      When It All Started

      CHAPTER 6:

      FDR Resocialization Institute

      CHAPTER 7:

      FCCDFP

      CHAPTER 8:

      Regional Conference

      CHAPTER 9:

      Election Day

      CHAPTER 10:

      Black Blanket

       CHAPTER 1: Knock On The Door

      Snow crunched underfoot, it was a cold morning in Valders. It was Two in the morning as troops calmly, silently took their places. In the moments that soon followed doors were kicked in, guns leveled and Frank Jones’ life was destroyed.

      Get the fuck on the floor. NOW!

      Shut up, shut up!

      Yelled, commanded, some of the troopers.

      The commotion continued for a few moments, sprinkled with helpless pleas and more angry words. Ten minutes later, Ezra upon entering the domicile from the front door looked down at Frank Jones. Frank Jones was now in the living room, on his knees with hands behind his head, his wife was also on her knees but she was busily trying to soothe her two whimpering young children.

      Ah, haaaaa, you’ve been an unsociable boy Mr. Jones. Let out Ezra in a low slow voice.

      Picking up tempo and octave Ezra continued.

      You were at Wal-Mart yesterday Mr. Jones, well so was I… Too busy to put your cart away? Too busy to be concerned about order, about your fellow citizen, too busy to do the sociable thing….

      At this point Frank Jones began to stammer, tried to come up with reasons, but Ezra only beamed at him, the words never penetrating Ezra. The show went on for a bit, but then Ezra raised a hand to silence Frank Jones and Frank Jones was immediately compliant.

      Mr. Jones, you probably cannot imagine how annoying it is to run through parking lot surveillance video and then to run license plates, hmm no I am sure such things are foreign to you.

      Savoring every vowel and every consonant, Ezra spoke again.

      "For your cavalier attitude you, Mr. Frank Alexander Jones, have shown yourself to be unsociable, unwilling to positively contribute to our Great Soc—

      Mrs. Jones had begun to wail, the children followed their mother’s cue, even Frank Jones started sobbing. With but the nod of his head Ezra gave an order and one of the troopers quieted Mrs. Jones with a gun-butt stroke to the head. Then Ezra crouched down, face to face with Frank Jones. Mr. Jones, you will be going to the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Resocialization Institute and while I understand that kids will cry, you had better stop. BECAUSE, if you do not you will not be able to thank us. To thank us for not interning Mrs. Jones and most importantly to thank us and our benevolent Federal government for willingly taking in your little Kelly and Alex into state custody.

      Frank Jones’s eyes showed the shock and fear of his predicament, but then his features hardened. As Ezra gingerly rested his left hand on Frank Jones’s head, the condemned man began to speak.

      Th-thank you, thank you.

      You’re very welcome Mr. Jones, very welcome indeed.

      Ezra thought about the situation, the scene in the living room so very similar to the hundreds when he was struck with a feeling of admiration for Frank Jones. It was all in the eyes, when Frank Jones regained control of his mental facilities, the moment Frank Jones swallowed all his pain and fear all to keep his family alive. Ezra had seen that same show play out differently many times, when people were pushed beyond their limits and consumed by personal sorrow would condemn their entire families. Frank Jones however had not been broken; no he had given thanks to his persecutors in order to keep his family alive. Ezra was impressed, even to the point that he almost wanted to go easy on Frank Jones.

      All right let’s get them out of here!

      The kids screamed and Frank Jones began to cry, as troopers dragged all four outside into the cold. Debra Jones still unconscious was unable to even try and say goodbye as Frank, Kelly and Alex were all loaded into different trucks. There was no room any longer for going easy in America, not if one planned to survive and Ezra was a survivor.

      ***

      Good morning Ms. Margaret.

      Oh hello agent Smithwick, how are you doing today?

      Very well thanks, you?

      Just fine.

      Ezra walked into his office leaving Betty Margaret to tend to her duties as the branch office secretary. Powering up his computer, Ezra yawned took a big swig of coffee and hoped that the Federal Regulation Bureau would not have anything too taxing waiting in his email inbox. Thankfully Ezra’s email inbox, his desk inbox and office phone did not hold anything special. There were still many emails, memos and messages, but that was just a typical day. Most people would hate the mountains and mountain range of paperwork that Ezra had to put up with, but most people were not agents; Ezra was no fan of the paperwork but he had long learned to smile at the daily government imposed absurdities and so he smiled at the paperwork.

      An hour passed by and Ezra had caught up on all his daily office messages and memos but all that meant was that Ezra needed to work on his final incident report from the early morning raid that he had conducted two days ago. Ezra had always hated when people did not return carts, but he knew Frank Jones would never do it again, hmm it was a particularly satisfying catch. Ezra smiled, all part of the government’s service to the public.

      ***

      Heading out Agent Smithwick?

      Yeah, figured I would get to bed early tonight, get in here take care of some paperwork and then head out on patrol, I want to do a little check up on some of the back country areas.

      Sounds good, well have a nice night.

      You too.

      Ezra walked out of the branch office and caught a bus home. Everyone on the bus was uneasy, some hid it well while others failed terribly; Ezra loved his job. The FRB as an organ of the government claimed to serve the people, claimed to work for the benefit of the people, of society and everyone, or almost everyone, knew it was a lie. So the sight of an agent, at a restaurant, on the street or on a bus always made sensible people tighten up; no one wanted to give the government any reason to knock on their door at odd hours of the night.

      Ezra just did as he always had, smile, nod, say hello, he felt that polite; faux-warmth was probably extremely annoying, annoying at best, to the general public. Considering that the private citizen largely understood that they were interacting with a polite government licensed killer.

      The bus ride home eventually came to an end and Ezra got off and started walking, he lived a few blocks away from the bus stop. As Ezra walked he smiled and waved at the familiar faces of the neighborhood.

      Hello Mrs. Harris.

      How are you Agent Smithwick?

      Need any help bringing in the groceries?

      "Oh no thank you,

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