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by Donny Shankle

I woke up this morning at around 5am so I could make it to the
communal cafeteria line early. Usually if you don’t get their early you
end up standing in line forever freezing your ass off. I have also been
late to work 3 times this past quarter and have been forewarned if I am
late again I will lose my job. Breakfast was not bad today. The grits
had at least more water in them than last week so while they may not
have been the best tasting at least I could swallow them with ease and
get some calories in me. The fruit was half of a banana. They give a
whole one when you go through the line, but mine was so rotten towards
one end I couldn’t eat it. I asked the government cafeteria line worker
if I could trade it out with a better one but he just laughed and told
me to move along. You see if you want breakfast you have to wait in
line for your ticket the previous evening at the same cafeteria just on
the opposite side. The amount of tickets distributed determines exactly
how much food is brought out for the days communal meal. I would have
really liked a better banana but I guess that would not be fair to
everyone else. I went to a table where I could find an opening. We use
to have chairs a couple months ago but lately the government decided to
get rid of them so they could squeeze more people in at once. So now I
stand while I eat next to a table that is about waist high for my age
group section. I forgot my water ration card this morning at home so I
guess no water for me till lunch unless I want to go all the way back
home and get some. I am running out of time though, by the time we give
thanks to our president and his noble advisers on how wonderful a job
they have done solving the obesity issue in this country which involves
facing east towards Washington, DC, palms turned upward and heads bowed
as we recite

O thank you most highly elected official,

For the kindly meal you offer,

We give you praise in hopes you can lead us to becoming more social,

So I may have the wisdom to proudly suffer.

After I am done eating I drop off my tray and head to my car so I
can get to work. Traffic has doubled recently since the mandatory
communal obesity awareness meal times. Everyone leaves at the same time
now and the one’s who want to get a head start over everyone else have
to live with that decision on an empty belly. Seems to be working
because I have noticed my overweight co-workers losing weight.

I long so much for the way things use to be. I get a lot of time to
think about how it was before government decided controlling how its
people ate and when they ate. I just never could understand how a free
people in the greatest country the history of man has ever known would
want so much restriction and regulation in even the most private area’s
of their lives. The big domestic concern use to be education. Everyone
wanted government solutions to provide better education. This has only
led to a deteriorated mind in young people which can’t form basic
concepts of what is right and wrong. No wonder I see adults to the left
and right of me with retarded brains who cry for the great patriarch to
help them solve their problems. I thought our constitution says we have
the right to “pursue” happiness, we don’t have the right to be given
happiness by those whose only purpose is to provide us protection from
evil and fraud. Government protects us to take action for our life and
well-being and does not take action for us.

I don’t blame them though. These same people who went to our alleged
great universities on the stolen dollar of the working man to fund
their pitiful diploma. Where is the incentive to work and put yourself
through school, when your tax dollars will go to provide drop-outs the
chance to try again! What a loathsome existence we as a people have
chosen freely to live instead of depending upon the greatness within us
and magnificence around us to solve our own deficiencies as a people.

I guess I’m just frustrated sitting in this traffic knowing I will
be late to work again. I feel so helpless though. A friend of mine has
this picture of a girl carrying a guy on her back racing across a
finish line. The look on this guys face is exactly how I feel. “Oh
thank you for carrying me young lady, I don’t think I could have
carried your frail frame and I most certainly know I could not have
walked myself.”

So I made it to work and getting upset in my car on the way over has
worked up an appetite but the government has done away with all vending
machines. They do provide all the coffee you want though. Places like
Starbucks have gone out of business because the government has bought
all the coffee and holds a monopoly on it. Water fountains have turned
into coffee dispensers. This was done in hopes to keep people up for
long periods so they could work longer. The federal tax for this is not
so bad, I mean I figured I am just spending a dollar more a day for
coffee but it has turned out to be very convenient.

All lunches are provided by business and the cost of this is
deducted from your paycheck. Again it is required we eat together. If
your place or work does not have a cafeteria then the government builds
tents outside places of business to provide for its helpless citizens.
Its a fascinating sight really to see at 1130am an ocean of green
canvas tents in every parking lot with people moving in and out of them
like chattel. Some have complained it feels to structured but there has
been progress in the obesity epidemic. Unfortunately the rate of
suicide has gone up as well as arrests over drug use. Seems like people
are trying to escape reality, though for the life of me I cannot figure
out why.

After work I go home but first I have to stop and get my ticket for
tomorrow’s breakfast. The line for dinner looks like at least a 2 hour
wait. I go home to ask my wife if she is willing to wait. I know she is
not going to want to though. Nowadays she doesn’t like to do much of
anything. My wife and I used to make love and smile all the time but
now since she has had two miscarriages in the past year due to what the
doctors have said is a result from malnutrition she just cries at night
and can’t stand the touch of me. I love her still though and hope the
government can find a solution to bring back the life in her eyes and a
life in our arms. I keep waiting for them.

I go back to the cafeteria line for dinner alone. Surprisingly I see
that nobody is their. I remember tomorrow’s a holiday so they closed
early. There are couple of bread slices and dried meat rations for sale
by criminals who have stolen from those who have waited patiently. They
triple the price of these rations but my wife and I need to eat
something so I buy from them.

At night I lay awake in bed and wonder when all of this started.
When did competition between business and  self-interest become
secondary to the needs of others who have chosen to be incapable of
pursuing a life of happiness on their own. It has to do with what I
believe is a hatred in one’s self and of human life in general. A
philosophical outlook of life that holds man at the mercy of his
enemies and which causes him to be a slave to his capricious whim. As I
lay here I can now realize why my love has lost pride in me. I didn’t
challenge that generation before me who told me the interest of nature
was before the interests of rational men. I didn’t challenge the hordes
of push-overs who told me our enemies have the right to build temples
in the face of men who willingly pit their lives against evil so they
themselves can achieve a life of individual greatness. I didn’t
challenge the politicians who destroyed before our own eyes the
profession of medicine. I didn’t challenge the government executives
who told me our nation’s interest in space exploration was a waste of
time and money. I didn’t challenge the weak who in time will be dead,
when all I had to do was get them to think so they could save
themselves.

How can I stand on the shoulders of giants, when my giants I find
out were nothing but charlatans. I don’t know how to think, eat or
provide for myself without a governmental crutch anyway. Life will go
on though.

I remember a certain group of people who asked for the government to
help solve the child-hood obesity problem in this country. In the
process of the government fixing all of yours and my concerns they have
lost they true and only purpose. I don’t see obese children at the
playgrounds anymore I just see empty playgrounds. I don’t see smiling
children any more just saddened adults who miss their children. The
sight of unhealthy people has given way to the stench of death and
feelings of depression.

I used to remember a certain group of people. I used to remember a certain way of life. I used to be…