Tomorrow we will greenlight hope for everyone...
The Hopeful Hopers of Goodness Gracious by Geno Kalmes
Once upon a time in the land of Goodness Gracious there lived a people who thought themselves so “one” with the spirit of goodness that they didn't own anything due to the fact every evil criminal on the planet targeted the good people of Goodness Gracious.
Goodness Gracious even had a militia that trained night and day and weekends well that is when they weren't in the factory on the assembly line helping assemble the very guns pointed at the Land of Goodness Gracious. Guns that said pay the complete taxes due to your overlords or be locked in a metal box and forced to make license plates.
More than half their salary went to their overlords. This wasn't counting the tax on their vehicles, petrol, food, and homes. Most were so broke before their next pay check they borrowed on the next paycheck and paid interest on the loan that made it certain they could never ever be “current” in their payments.
Many were on food stamps that allowed them to buy genetically modified foods that made them sick and have to see Doctors who charged them even more money and even jabbed them with needles to make them even sicker.
When they weren't at work they usually sat inside their houses watching an electronic box with movies that told them they could be anything they wanted if they just “hoped” hard enough. In the movies the person sometimes got what they hoped for and other times met a horrific death and the movie ended making people feel sad.
In fact 9 out of 10 movies had bad sad endings which made that one movie where the character...fictional of course.... got everything he wished for.
Then there was a lottery so 1 in a billion could win everything they wished for after 65% in taxes and winnings spread over 20 years.
But the good people of Goodness Gracious still saw this as a good deal because they “hoped” harder than any hopeful bunch of hopers a world of hope could ever hope for.
The militia was ex military who were lucky enough not to die who watched army movies where the small band of men died saving the town for future generations to live and work in factories assembling the guns that were pointed back at themselves by the evil overlords.
The militia loved how the electronic flag waved on the screen at the final scene at the all white funeral. Tears streamed down the faces of the people on the screen and on the couch. The movie made them think they had to die so others could live to build and assemble guns that would point at their children in the future and tax them into constant stress and worry which amazingly didn't bother them much because the good people of Goodness Gracious also had a blog where they all wrote about hopeful stuff.
The man who ran the blog claimed to know magical people out in space and under ground and invisible beings who would help them be free of the evil overlords if they would just hope hard enough and all the good hopers had no problem hoping because they were the best darn hopers a world of hope could ever hope for. They were proud to be so hopeful and really annoyed at this one guy who kept saying wake up dumbfucks, your eating a shit sandwich and asking for more scrumptious shit – all the while wasting your time listening to con men who work for the evil overlords. But the hopeful hopers of Goodness Gracious not only hoped that wasn't true they willed it not to be true because they were glass half full hopers and they detected sincerity in masterbloggers voice when he talked on the radio with Lady Maybetomorrow and FreedomPromiser Jimbo....
Each day the good people of goodness Gracious would go back to work and come home and watch a movie about an army who died bravely fighting a bigger army and cry and feel proud to be the kind of people who practiced in their free time being an army willing to die to preserve the right to be free to work in a factory building weapons the evil overlords pointed at them. The masterblogger told them each night that tomorrow the evil overlords would be gone and each day the hopeful hopers of the most hopeful people who ever populated a world of hope went to work knowing tomorrow there would be hope... always there was hope.... that was the other thing they manufactured in that town... hope.... shiny... worthless invisible hope....