The Beguilers II - DNA: The Beguilers, #2

By Robert Stetson

This time, things could get nasty.

And so it comes to pass that the rich and powerful finally inherit the Earth.
The poor, the ill, the old have been vanquished.
As day must have night.
As up must have down.
The rich must have the poor.
Now the poorest of the rich are the lower class.
Unlike the wretches, they will not be beguiled.
See where else total world domination takes us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Stetson
• Release date: May 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498997195

Robert Stetson

I am a retired person living in Massachusetts. My background is extremely diverse. I have worked a Computer Systems Design Engineer, an Auxiliary Police Officer, and many other jobs. I have been a Microsoft Certified Systems Engineer working for 3 different fortune 500 companies, served as a representative at ANSI, ECMA and other standards organizations.. I was/am a licensed Private Detective in two states, a Licensed Real Estate Broker and now write as my full time occupation in books on a variety of fact and fictional topics.

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CHAPTER 1 SOMETIMES THE DRAGON WINS

In a world where there is no war, no joblessness, no borders and no political unbalance, what is liberty?

In a world where you have plenty to eat and a place to live, what is oppression?

Where you have warmth and comfort in the blanket of the government’s care, what is freedom?

When we are free of hunger, free of wanting, free of struggle or ambition, are we not free?

We are comforted, nurtured and warm in the care of our leader. We feed at the nipple of our government.

We live, we die and never have to know unfulfilled desire.

A man, dressed in the robes of his honorable office, stands up in a televised theater and announces, "I am World Chairman, Rocky Stover.

"The crooks, the cripples, the geezers, the genetically inferior. They are all gone. The homeless, the destitute, the chronically ill, the fat pigs and other imperfect pimples on the ass of society. They are gone as well.

"The traitors who spoke out against our perfect world are gone. They said that, the government, was lying to you.

They said you are all beguiled. Can you imagine that? They are gone as well. Things are sweeter now."

Now, at last, we are living in a perfect world.

The Chairman’s robes of office are bright crimson with blue and gold trim. The robes have taken on the persona of the Roman Royalty of ancient times.

The World House is white, huge, well kept, and occupies a rolling meadow, that is mowed every day by throngs of maintenance people.

The Council of 12, just as before, passes all of our laws, much like the senate of ancient Rome.

The World Government has moved to Australia where they can be isolated from the rest of the planet by the open sea.

What is the difference between a Senate in closed session passing laws the public never gets to see, often followed by a Presidential veto, and a ruling laid down my a dictator? I make no judgements. It’s merely a question.

The cameras move in close to capture his face, full screen. He takes on a somber expression.

The Chairman goes on speaking, saying, "The need to move started, among other things, when the water supplies became scarce, due to overpopulation.

"The situation was exacerbated by the exports of fresh water and closing off of water rights by the big bottled water corporations.

"The water levels in the great lakes and most reservoirs has been dropping steadily. Since water is regarded, like air, to be a free commodity, no steps have been taken to regulate its sale and export.

"The hope was that the cleansing of ninety percent of the world's population would ease the fresh water shortage, but the water purification facilities are not able to restore the abundance of clean fresh water.

"Australia was so partially inhabited, that the natural water table, lakes and streams are still abundant.

"We, your world government, closed off Australia to the rest of the world in order to protect our water, our privacy and our safety from the rest of the world.

It might seem selfish at first glance, but think about it. How can we solve the problems of the rest of the world if we share those same problems?

Listening to this buffoon annoys me no end. His entire demeanor is far too righteous and pompous to convince me that he has any interest in the problems of the rest of the world.

Show me one picture of him where he isn’t smiling broadly. We, the people, are in pain, while every news broadcast shows him waving and smiling as though he just returned from a well deserved vacation.

While the people of the world are dressed in tattered rags and are getting thinner, the Charman’s wife’s ass is getting broader every year. I understand they had to widen the doorways in some of the rooms at the World House.

My name is Slater Stone. I retired from the American Presidency right after we cleaned the public masses.

Things have gotten to me, since losing my angry wife and having my son go off to college.

My political guide, Ernie, had a heart attack and I am left alone with no ties to anything, or anyone.

In my guilt stricken grief, I have left the safety of Australia, in order to see what has become of the rest of the world. My God! What have I done.

Among other things, I found it beyond belief, that China was hauling billions of gallons of fresh water across the ocean to their homeland.

Shortly after the cleansing of the poor, lame, chronically ill, and genetically inferior, the super rich are left with the sudden realization that the very people who are being exterminated, are the very people who do all of the menial work.

Who knew there was so much menial work that needed doing?

Since the condemned lower class is taken to the Australian continent in execution, those who do not present a danger, form a large pool of people.

These people are only exempt from execution, as long as they perform well and stay out of trouble.

The rest of the world is not so fortunate, because they have sent all of these people away to be destroyed.

We celebrate for a long time. We have parties and enjoy lustful encounters with disease free friends. These are friends with benefits.

As time goes on, we, the mere millionaires, begin to notice things. Things that are less than perfect.

We begin to notice rust on the rails and trash blowing in the streets. We are not the fools the super-rich might think we are.

There are pock marks on the road.

The sidewalks begin to crack.

All of our damned wood is beginning to rot.

Plants, tree growth and animals are beginning to encroach on our cities and towns.

We thought the poor and the destitute were useless. Now we discover that they kept the natural world from closing in and strangling us. They alone, kept the world from falling into disrepair.

In downtown Oak Ridge, Louisiana, an oak tree has sprouted forth from a crack in the middle of main street.

Our cities and towns have descended into ruin. They have decay everywhere. There is a stink in the air. Dead animals stay where they have fallen and decay. Meanwhile, at night, in the moonlight, you can see shiny yellow eyes glowing in the darkened recesses.

The Bilderberg Group, also called the Bilderberg conference, Bilderberg meetings or Bilderberg Club is an annual private conference. It was at this private conference that it was declared, the world population would need to be reduced to only ten percent of its current headcount.

The super-rich carried the banner and have finally succeeded in actually reducing the population down to only ten percent. The Skull and Bones Club of Yale University, along with the Illuminati, were collectively instrumental in ensuring that success.

Time has a way of maturing the consequences of our decisions. Nature abhors manipulation.

On the other side of the coin, the rich can stay in the fanciest of hotels, but there is no maid or room service. They either have to change their own linen, or sleep on the bare mattress. Either way, the mattresses are beginning to stink.

I asked the hotel manager, but no one seems to know what happens to all those old filthy linens. Everyone is either too rich or too special to do all that dirty laundry.

Toilets are clogging, backing up and spilling their refuse on the marble floors of the five star hotels. The occupants call room service and ask for a change of room. They will be damned if they are going to be the ones who clean it up.

Down in the kitchen, the Executive Chef refuses to provide room service.

He is alone in the kitchen and is too busy to wait tables or run the halls with food orders.

We write our food orders, put them on the counter where the cashier used to be and wait until the Executive Chef calls our number.

He is only able to cook on days when he can pick up food at the local gourmet food mart. The owner is the only one working at the mart.

The only Chefs left are the ones who cook out of the love of their craft. The only ones left have left their television careers and returned to service in the five star hotels.

With the population down to only ten percent, there is only a ten percent occupancy rate in the privately owned homes around town, that have been abandoned by their deceased owners. They have fallen into disrepair, along with the rest of the cities, towns and hamlets.

Some among us, and I am one, are beginning to grumble about the state of affairs. Some of us, and I am one, think the cleansing of the masses might have been a mistake.

Food, sanitary products and common goods are becoming scarce. The only source of goods is the automated factory.

The entire world is becoming one huge slum.

Sitting in a bar in Detroit, I sip my beer and watch the TV.

Outside, the generator growls, as if to cry out against the lack of electrical power from the local power company. The power company roared to a stop last year, and then fizzled off with a whimper.

The news broadcast is filled with propaganda about how the current regime is making life better, one city at a time. They neglected to say what city they are referring to.

Meanwhile, in Australia, far from the woes of the rest of the world, the Chairman addresses the World Council of 12, he makes a few suggestions on how to correct the problem.

He says, "The problem is, we didn’t cut deep enough.

"What we need now is for some of these lazy people to get to work on jobs that relieve the new upper class of the annoyances that are obstructing our lives.

"Ninety percent of the population makes less than one billion dollars. People with holdings in the millions are common folks by our standard. Those who are not busy at the task of running productive enterprises must be made to work in the jobs assigned by the Council of 12.

We know best what the needs of the world are. We also know best what their talents are. They should be contributing to the betterment of society, not lying around complaining.

Council Member 5 says, I move we pass a law that all who have holdings of less than one billion dollars must be assigned a task.

A murmur erupts across the room and the eleven seated Council Members are nodding and exchanging comments.

A Motion is made to put the lower class citizens to work restoring the world to perfect order.

Council Member 4 says, I second that.

Council Member 9 asks, What about me? I am not in the category you propose. I have only nine hundred and forty million. I am the only Council Member who is now classed as a working person, with sixty million short.

The Chairman responds, Don’t be concerned, number 9. You already have a job here on the Council. This is your assigned job and you do it well.

A vote is taken and the measure passes unanimously.

Council Member 7 asks, With the cost of living rising as it does, don’t we need a cost of living raise?

The Chairman says, "Anyone agreeing with that notion should make a motion.

Council Member number 6 says, I move that we triple our salary to reflect the adjusted cost of living. With only the owners of the food and other goods on the job, they have to increase their prices to offset the loss of their former workers.

Council Member 4 says, I second that.

Again, the motion passes without discussion.

Council Member 11 asks, When did the law allow the Council to vote and pass their own pay raises?

The Chairman and President, who is Council Member number one says, "It began with the birth of the nation. I’ll never understand who came up with the idea.

Congress has always decided how much they will be paid, so naturally, when we converted to the Council of 12, we decided to keep that privilege.

Council Member 4 says, It’s our license to steal.

Council Member 11 says, I second that.

The room fills with laughter.

The Chairman says, Laugh it up, guys. You won’t be laughing when the Millionaires get the word from us, the Billionaires, that they are the new lower class.

The room falls silent.

A voice from the group says, "Oh shit! They are going to riot when they find out the joy ride is over for them.

How are we going to break the news?

The Chairman says, Let’s keep it under our hats until we figure out what each person’s job is going to be. There is a lot of decayed and damaged infrastructure. It’s going to take a year to figure out who will have to do what.

Another voice comes from the group asking, "Where the hell are we going to get all the money?

You’re damned well not taking any of mine. I am not going to lose any of the deductions that have kept me tax free.

The Chairman says, "Stop all the bull. When is the last time you passed any legislation and then had to sacrifice anything?

"There are two things that will enable us to pull this off without a hitch.

"Eighty five percent of the taxes we have been collecting, in the United States alone, went to pay the interest on the national debt.

"We have cancelled the mega-trillion dollar national debt. China is out in the cold. The entire world is debt free