And heres an update! Just in time for my 3000th post too yay!
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At the same moment, Robert’s son, William was sitting at his desk, staring at Mr. Polster, his teacher who was a kindhearted man yet flawed with his extreme nationalism. Everyday, he would remind his class about the struggle of New England and praise the government for all that it was worth yet find time to demean the unions and accuse those who were members of unions that they were socialists who wanted to destabilize the nation. Merely another person held under the sway of the government, able to do every whim that the government wanted.
“Now kids, if you would turn to page 521, you will see a map of the North American continent."
"The Great, Majestic nation of New England is in yellow followed by the United States in blue. New England stretches from Arcadia down to Atlantic City in North Jersey and is also in the possession of NE is the island of Bermuda, given to us from our ally the UK in the 1870’s. To the west of New England, you’ll see the Great Lakes Confederation in red. North of the GLC is Canada, one of our most trustful ally. South of the US, you will notice the white blob that encompasses Central America. That would be the USCA and if your parents read the news, is where the tension is occurring between the US and USCA.”
“Mr. Polster?”
“Yes Kimberly?”
“What are that bright green in the middle of the Caribbean Ocean and that orange in South America?”
“Ahh nice question Kimberly. Who in here can answer the question for her?”
No one raised a hand to answer.
“Ahh…William, you’re a bright kid at geography. What are those countries that Kimberly has inquired about?”
He had no trouble answering him. “The green country is the Caribbean Confederation while the orange country is Gran Columbia.”
“Very good William! Come up to my desk and I’ll give you a sweet”
He walked up to Mr. Polster and returned back to his desk with a lollipop in mouth amid jealous glares from fellow classmates.
“Now kids, we will be learning about the rest of the world tomorrow but for now lets begin on math….”
And there we leave William and Mr. Polster behind only to arrive at a house, nay, mansion on the outskirts of Boston where Alexander Slaret was sitting in a room filled with shelves of books. Along with him was a gathering of 3 other people, all CEOs of successful businesses with one common goal in mind. Domination over the other cliques of CEOs vying for power in the government. However, this clique was different from the rest. This one was one with Socialist backgrounds. Each of the members there were committed to furthering Socialism and it has a special irony that they each believed that to achieve that Socialist state was to gain riches in order to start the revolution.
“So is everything prepared for later?” inquired one of the members there.
“Everything is prepared for when he arrives in about…. an hour,” answered Slaret.
“And are you sure that the workers will rise up from their Capitalist foremen?”
“Yes. And all the weapons are ready for distribution.”
“Do the others know about this?”
“Yes, yes I have informed everyone involved. But they do not have important roles. All they have to do is pretend that they aren’t stricken with the loss of Barnes to infuriate the workers into rising up. We will act happy with the rest of the Capitalistic bastards while unbeknownst to them that we are the leaders behind this.”
“It all seems like a shame though…killing off a person so influential and so committed to helping the people while at the same time accepting capitalism…”
“Indeed it’s a shame but it must be done.”
Slaret raised his glass of port followed by everyone in the room.
“Godspeed and good luck.”
The others repeated what he had said, knowing that if what they were doing failed, all will be killed somehow or tortured by the Anti-Socialism Society for Economic Success.