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his father in the eye, shook his head, and smirked.
“ It’s bad I know,” Norman said. “But you have to ask yourself, Shad. Does this progressive movement to eventually limit the general populace’s access to daily benefits, jobs, food, mobility, a reaction to a natural cause of events? Or was it a by-product of the government laying down the trap to catch us and eventually kill us in?”
It took a second before Shad finally shook free of his father’s hand and stepped back. The move was so sudden it brought Jean up from the couch, while Bridjett sat in her same spot in front of the now, silent television.
“ Dad, you have blamed the government for everything from the curfews today to the cancelling of Survivor after season thirty,” Shad shouted back. “It’s human nature which led us to this. We are inherently lazy and fundamentally insane. We eventually blame someone else, in this case the government, and go through these cycles. We will get better.”
Norman scoffed and looked at the two women in the room before continuing.
“ This isn’t just a phase, boy,” Norman said through gritted teeth. “They are trying to control the majority of the human populace. How can you not see the problem with that?”
Shad smirked, shrugged his shoulders, and crossed his arms across his chest. Arrogance of a mini God at its full display. “Not my problem.”
“ Until it becomes your problem,” Bridjett whispered.
Shad turned on his younger sister, glaring, but refused to say a word. Regardless of his being older and having a much more imposing figure he still would never admit to being in awe of his strong willed sibling.
“ She’s right,” Norman continued. “You have it easy now. We will see what happens when it doesn’t turn out like you thought it would.”
It was Shad’s turn to stare long, hard and intently at his father.
“ I’ll take my chances.”
“ You do that,” Norman said and spat on the ground, in front of Shad’s feet.
“ That’s enough!” Jean injected herself finally into the fracas.
“ No. It will only be enough when Big Shot here realizes the the trust fund babies who make up the most of our government want the whole playground to themselves and decide to bury all the rest of the kids in the sandbox!”
It was then where Bridjett watched as her father stormed out of the room with Jean trying to catch up to him and calm him down, leaving the Alexi siblings In the room alone.
Shad locked eyes with Bridjett, the two engaged in a staring tug of war for moments before he decided to break the silence.
“ That just made my decision easy.”
Shad turned around and headed toward the door, grabbing his jacket from the rack inside the foyer.
“ What are you talking about?” Bridjett yelled out to her brother but she received no answer as the door shut behind him.
She wouldn’t see her brother for a few days and when they did finally run into each other, Bridjett had to head back to school shortly so the last hours together were terse and basically an exercise in civility. The Alexi house would turn cold if Shad was seen in any of the rooms with one of the other three family members. Conversations would stop and the warm moments eventually faded into memory.
Like so many other things ultimately would….
Months passed and the world’s individual governments in rapid succession were soon finding themselves enveloped under the New World Order’s umbrella.
It was one large world-federal governmental tree. The NWO executive set policy for the world, which would be enforced by each nation’s own top officials or face the consequences. Each nation owned some flexibility with cultural and geographical–based policy making on an independent basis, but nothing more and anything else, much less.
Also, it wouldn’t be until the next summer when Norman and Jean would see their son. Shad came back with straight A’s for the third straight year at Northwestern while
“ It’s bad I know,” Norman said. “But you have to ask yourself, Shad. Does this progressive movement to eventually limit the general populace’s access to daily benefits, jobs, food, mobility, a reaction to a natural cause of events? Or was it a by-product of the government laying down the trap to catch us and eventually kill us in?”
It took a second before Shad finally shook free of his father’s hand and stepped back. The move was so sudden it brought Jean up from the couch, while Bridjett sat in her same spot in front of the now, silent television.
“ Dad, you have blamed the government for everything from the curfews today to the cancelling of Survivor after season thirty,” Shad shouted back. “It’s human nature which led us to this. We are inherently lazy and fundamentally insane. We eventually blame someone else, in this case the government, and go through these cycles. We will get better.”
Norman scoffed and looked at the two women in the room before continuing.
“ This isn’t just a phase, boy,” Norman said through gritted teeth. “They are trying to control the majority of the human populace. How can you not see the problem with that?”
Shad smirked, shrugged his shoulders, and crossed his arms across his chest. Arrogance of a mini God at its full display. “Not my problem.”
“ Until it becomes your problem,” Bridjett whispered.
Shad turned on his younger sister, glaring, but refused to say a word. Regardless of his being older and having a much more imposing figure he still would never admit to being in awe of his strong willed sibling.
“ She’s right,” Norman continued. “You have it easy now. We will see what happens when it doesn’t turn out like you thought it would.”
It was Shad’s turn to stare long, hard and intently at his father.
“ I’ll take my chances.”
“ You do that,” Norman said and spat on the ground, in front of Shad’s feet.
“ That’s enough!” Jean injected herself finally into the fracas.
“ No. It will only be enough when Big Shot here realizes the the trust fund babies who make up the most of our government want the whole playground to themselves and decide to bury all the rest of the kids in the sandbox!”
It was then where Bridjett watched as her father stormed out of the room with Jean trying to catch up to him and calm him down, leaving the Alexi siblings In the room alone.
Shad locked eyes with Bridjett, the two engaged in a staring tug of war for moments before he decided to break the silence.
“ That just made my decision easy.”
Shad turned around and headed toward the door, grabbing his jacket from the rack inside the foyer.
“ What are you talking about?” Bridjett yelled out to her brother but she received no answer as the door shut behind him.
She wouldn’t see her brother for a few days and when they did finally run into each other, Bridjett had to head back to school shortly so the last hours together were terse and basically an exercise in civility. The Alexi house would turn cold if Shad was seen in any of the rooms with one of the other three family members. Conversations would stop and the warm moments eventually faded into memory.
Like so many other things ultimately would….
Months passed and the world’s individual governments in rapid succession were soon finding themselves enveloped under the New World Order’s umbrella.
It was one large world-federal governmental tree. The NWO executive set policy for the world, which would be enforced by each nation’s own top officials or face the consequences. Each nation owned some flexibility with cultural and geographical–based policy making on an independent basis, but nothing more and anything else, much less.
Also, it wouldn’t be until the next summer when Norman and Jean would see their son. Shad came back with straight A’s for the third straight year at Northwestern while
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