DAY 6 OF FLASH AUGUST FICTION. Today I have something on my mind like Mitchell’s Mission. In my line of work, I have had to deal with a lot of a-holes like Mitchell, and the kind of people I’m going to write about today. I guess it’s probably good therapy to write about it. There really is some trash out there who will do anything for money and to ingratiate themselves with the political class.
Deep State Trash
The Unifying Factor is Contempt for Human Life
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The girl who called herself "Becky" was in Violet’s apartment bedroom. She was gathering a favorite item of Violet's clothing and a couple of personal things out of her room and getting them into her backpack. She had to get these things over to Leah's place before the party tomorrow night. She would have to figure out a way to get either invited into Leah's place or to get in with someone else.
Meanwhile, a guy who called himself "Muster" was at Cedar's place, doing something similar. He was finding a couple items, he chose a cassette mixtape and a pair of designer socks that were a favorite of Cedar's. He rolled the cassette tape into the socks and stuffed the items into his pants. He would have to get these things into Violet's apartment. He had befriended Violet's boyfriend, Gerald, and he knows Gerald sees Violet around dinner time. He would hang out with Gerald, tag along to Violet's, and then use the bathroom as an excuse to get into her apartment. Once in there, he would find a place to put Cedar's things.
So far, Becky is getting Violet's things and planting them at Leah's. And we have Muster at Cedar's to plant Cedar's things at Violet's.
Leah, Violet, and Cedar were all working together on an art project to expose human rights violations and an illegal invasion operation being done in another country by their government. They were becoming very effective in getting the word out about how their government refuses to use resources to help their country but takes those tax dollars to do piracy and treachery in other countries.
Cedar was a good journalist and made some connections at a local radio station, where he was able to articulate the issue well. The three of them together were a really good team. They had recently met Muster and Becky at a food-not-bombs event, and the five of them had spent a lot of time together over the past week.
This Friday night, Leah was having a party at her place. They all wanted to let off some steam and raise some money for the Sunday event, where they would film their art project. They'd get a keg and take whatever donations they could get for cups, and they would use that for expenses and then some modest marketing of the film. Becky and Muster were just right in there with them, helping them out, and for people who'd only known them for a week, they were really assuming support roles in their activities.
Leah, Violet, and Cedar were really good kids. They wanted to make their country better and figure out creative, peaceful means for raising awareness about these things.
Becky and Muster were successful in their roles of removing and planting the items where they needed to. The other three were none the wiser that any of that had happened, and Friday night arrived. People were coming into Leah's apartment, and it was pretty fun. People took turns DJing, and there was a lot of dancing, laughter, and everything one would expect at a party.
Off in a corner of the room was a set of shelves. Becky steered Violet over there, and they were chatting. It was a very nonchalant situation, the usual thing. Becky pointed to the shelf and asked Violet. "Hey, isn't that your top?" The top was lying on the shelf, and the other little personal nick-nack items were next to it. "What's that doing here?" Violet wondered aloud. She looked over at Leah, who was dancing and having a riot.
Violet took her things and went over to Leah. She was talking to her over the music, and Leah looked confused, and she was shaking her head. Violet began to raise her voice, and Leah reached over to assure her, and Violet knocked her hand away. This event ruined the party, and Violet told Leah that she couldn't trust her and that their plans for Sunday were off. At least she would not be participating. Then she and her boyfriend, Gerald, left together.
People were leaving the party all at once, except for Becky, Muster, and Cedar. The three of them left together after Becky assured them that she could fill in for Violet on Sunday, but first, she and Muster would go over to Violet's on Saturday and talk to her and Gerald and see if they could change her mind so she would come back into the performance on Sunday.
The next day, Muster and Becky picked up some brunch items and made their way to Violet's, where they would meet her and Gerald. The four of them sat in the little kitchen and talked about the events of the night before. Becky suggested that Violet let it go for the greater good. Violet was seriously considering. Muster suggested they move their meeting into the living room area and listen to a little music while they talk. That's what they did. Then, he picked up a seemingly random cassette tape off the table where the player was and said, "Hey, what's this?" Violet immediately responded that she had no idea and that Gerald must know, and he recognized it as Cedar's favorite tape. "Hey, Cedar, how did your tape get here?" "I don't know," he said. "Are you sure it's mine?" He looked at it and saw that it was. Just then, Muster pointed to a pair of socks under the couch. "Hey, you guys need to clean up around here," he chuckled innocently. Everyone immediately recognized the socks as Cedar's favorite socks.
Gerald stepped over to Cedar and punched him so hard that he almost knocked him out. Everyone was stunned. Cedar staggered up and rammed Gerald into the drywall, breaking it open. This was a terrible situation, and for sure, now, Sunday was off, all of these relationships were also ruined.
Weeks went by, and slowly it dawned on a couple of these volunteers that worked so well together what had happened. They communicated and tried to tell other people in their community what, by their surmising, had transpired. It was, of course, too late. The damage had been done. Some of the things could not be resolved, and by this time, the garbage that had been sent into their lives by the deep state was long gone.
The End.
Of course things like that happen. Things like that and worse things, and some of the most bizarre behavior you can imagine. These people hate our guts, and they don’t believe any of the things they say about protecting us, or protecting freedom, or the Constitution, AT ALL. What do you think about all that?
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