"GOOD MORNING TO THE 3RD DEGREE, WHERE ALL ARE HAPPY AND ALL ARE FED. WHERE EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL AND PEACEFUL."
That message from the propaganda board couldn't be further from the truth.
"Wake up, dipshit," my stupidly drunk father said as I slowly rose out of bed. "Time to go get our daily rations."
"How about you go and get 'em," I said in a quick retort. "All you do anyway is sit on that smelly chair and drink your life away."
"What did you say to me boy? Get out there now!"
"You don't care about where me and Olly are everyday, but you care so much about your stupid rations that land in your moonshine filled stomach. How about you go out and dig through the trash for our rations and support Olly and I, your kids!" I said, slamming the door shut of our shack.
Olly and I walked onto the cold, dirty streets of the 3rd degree. I had given Olly a fish bone to nibble on while we tried to find something …show more content…
There once was this beautiful land that Grandma and Grandpa Beets lived in. It was called the United States of America. This land was beautiful and filled with opportunity. As much fish, chicken, and beef you could eat. Everybody had jobs, everyone had families, and everyone had smiles. We were happy. We never thought we'd fall into another depression. But four esteemed officials called governors were elected for a new branch of the government. These governors were nasty people who made fake promises and overthrew the democratic government we had in place. These governors split the nation we lived in into three degrees and forced the poor into one, the middle class into one, and left themselves the wealthiest of the three degrees. The 2nd Degree where all the middle class lived slowly diminished every year these governors held power. The middle class soon joined us in the 3rd Degree where all the poor live. Now more than half of what used to be America is poor and homeless. And they dare call us a united
That message from the propaganda board couldn't be further from the truth.
"Wake up, dipshit," my stupidly drunk father said as I slowly rose out of bed. "Time to go get our daily rations."
"How about you go and get 'em," I said in a quick retort. "All you do anyway is sit on that smelly chair and drink your life away."
"What did you say to me boy? Get out there now!"
"You don't care about where me and Olly are everyday, but you care so much about your stupid rations that land in your moonshine filled stomach. How about you go out and dig through the trash for our rations and support Olly and I, your kids!" I said, slamming the door shut of our shack.
Olly and I walked onto the cold, dirty streets of the 3rd degree. I had given Olly a fish bone to nibble on while we tried to find something …show more content…
There once was this beautiful land that Grandma and Grandpa Beets lived in. It was called the United States of America. This land was beautiful and filled with opportunity. As much fish, chicken, and beef you could eat. Everybody had jobs, everyone had families, and everyone had smiles. We were happy. We never thought we'd fall into another depression. But four esteemed officials called governors were elected for a new branch of the government. These governors were nasty people who made fake promises and overthrew the democratic government we had in place. These governors split the nation we lived in into three degrees and forced the poor into one, the middle class into one, and left themselves the wealthiest of the three degrees. The 2nd Degree where all the middle class lived slowly diminished every year these governors held power. The middle class soon joined us in the 3rd Degree where all the poor live. Now more than half of what used to be America is poor and homeless. And they dare call us a united