Larry Barton thought back to 2019 and how he had pondered what General Horace Smith had said and how it could be implemented. He realized it was not an option to cut off the food from the homeless. The food was actually drawing them to the area where they could easily be transported to the ships or the clinics or the ‘resort’. It reminded him of when he grew up on a farm. The animals were given grain several times a week, not just to supplement their grazing, but to make them more tame and to get them used to coming to the farmer when he needed to move them or load them up for market.
It was soo much easier to have the homeless come to them instead of how they had to retrieve the addicts and alcoholics by sending teams out to search for them. Yes, that concept would not work for the homeless. But what about the people who were soon to become homeless? The ones working two and three jobs and just barely getting by? There were an unbelievable number of them. He addressed the committee after he had had time to organize his thoughts in January of 2019. He presented his ideas and then asked for discussion.
Larry suggested cutting down on small family homesteads. During the Great Depression the family farms had been the salvation of many of the ones who lost their homes, businesses and everything else. Many had simply gone back home to ‘ma’ and ‘pa’ and had a place to live and food to eat, even if it was only vegetables. So, If this step was eliminated by outlawing backyard chickens, vegetable gardens, etc. this would not be an option. His clever plan included diverting some of the large bodies of water down to the reservoirs underground which were even now being constructed for water storage for the elite, who already had underground cities built for them to go to when things got too crazy.
His plan would cause several large bodies of water to get dangerously low, necessitating water conservation so they would not run out of water. The small farms would be cited as essentially enemies of the state, using water that should be conserved. The committee had a lively discussion. It actually was approved and the committee went a step further by encouraging food additives that were known to affect health negatively such as red dye in foods, more sugar in everything, and an increase in cancer causing chemicals. This was a huge step in eliminating poverty. If it eliminated the ones who were poor and had no choice but to eat the cheaper processed foods and fast food by slowly poisoning them, that would eliminate poverty by eliminating the ones who consumed the food.
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The fact that the government was already pushing electric vehicles and working on outlawing gas powered vehicles didn’t hurt the agenda any. Of course the poor wouldn’t be in a position to buy an expensive electric vehicle, so they would have fewer options of where to work, not being able to drive and they wouldn’t have a car to move into when they lost their homes! Larry was getting pretty excited, seeing these things come together.
Karen walked into the room with a tray of food and Max lit up! Karen had been feeding him for several days now and knew just how he liked his coffee and that he wouldn’t eat broccoli or cauliflower, no matter how it was fixed! She sat next to him and he smiled and flirted with her. If this plan was going to work tonight, he needed to make sure he did the best job he could of getting her on his side. Max thought of himself as being a suave James Bond type, very attractive and persuasive. He had apparently forgotten that he hadn’t had a shower in at least a week, possibly longer and his hair had grown long and shaggy and he smelled!
Karen had grown fond of Max. She entertained the idea of a younger boyfriend. Karen held a napkin under his chin while she fed him his coffee. Max said, “You are looking lovely this morning, Karen! Thank you for the delicious breakfast!”
Karen said, “You are welcome, Max. How did you sleep dahling?”
Max said, “Pretty good, except I needed to go to the bathroom since five o’clock! I was wondering if it would be possible to borrow some walkie talkies tonight so I could contact you if I need to go to the bathroom again?”
Karen said, “Of course, dahling. I will ask to borrow some. How do you like our hotcakes? Is that enough syrup and butter for you?”
Max barely heard her as he was already planning his escape. It would be a piece of cake, getting away from this 72 year old lady! True to her word, Karen brought him a walkie talkie later that night and he checked to make sure they were on the same channel. He positioned it so he could use it, even tho tied up. Along about five in the morning, Max called Karen. She took a little longer than he expected, but his heart started racing when he saw her come down the stairs in the faint light of the nightlight.
Karen untied him and walked him to the bathroom. He decided to wait until after he used the facilities because he really had to go! He came out of the bathroom ready to grab her when he heard the clicks of several guns!