Life was good.
True, they had come thru the end times that had killed so many. The farm was prospering with lots of hard work. Unrelated good folks pulling together under horrible conditions were making it so. They thought they had problems with weather, shortages, the complete absence of some critical things, thieves, predators, and sometimes it seemed the fates.
But!
The crops looked good; the animals were breeding; they had not only survived, but were succeeding. They had enough for themselves going into winter, enough to sell, enough to gift. Enough to tithe if there had been a church. But gifting to the widows and orphans took the tithe. Eliminated the middleman and the handling fee. They had even laid aside a portion for the Seven Years.
Unfortunately, others could see their prosperity.
In an office far away, “It’s time to bring the sheeple to heel, General. Apply the Force to them.” “Yes, Guv. Right away!”
During the night a small drone flies quietly over the target dispersing its deadly cargo.
By the end of the week, the farm’s folks were dead in their boots. First thing Monday morning, the convoy rolls up to take over. A brand new Colonel and his command installed themselves to operate the farm for the “people’s benefit”. We know that means the Guv’s.
Funny thing, but it’s different when it’s yours.
SO, by the end of the next season, the farm was worthless. And, the Guv and the General executed the Colonel for crimes against the State. They never figured out it was their meme that was wrong.
In the end, there are no problems. Just our fellow man. We, the race, are our own problem.
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Reinke Faces Life 