by Cliff Ball
Chapter 12
Meanwhile, at Harvard…
Michael’s first year at the Ivy League school went well. He had professors and instructors who held the same worldview he did, and he enjoyed listening to and learning from them. He took his time finding out who were the important students on campus when it came to his political beliefs. Michael decided he would get them all together sometime soon to discuss joining forces with him to increase their influence, especially when everyone graduated and began working in the real world.
Michael sent out flyers to the various student organizations he was interested in getting to know, so he could talk to them about their future. Since a lot of people in the know knew who he was, it wasn’t all that difficult getting the students who were socialist Democrats, Communists, and Greens to show up to his meeting. It was harder to convince the minor political groups with their somewhat inane grievances to show up, but they did. Once they were gathered in an auditorium that the Dean of Students let Michael use, Michael began, “My fellow Harvard students, thank you for coming. I’m sure a few of you know who I am, but let me introduce myself anyway. I am Michael Evans, my family basically runs everything from behind-the-scenes. I’m next in line to run the family business, so I thought I would get to know my future partners while we were still in college. I want to talk to you about the future of the United States and where I want to take it. None of you are politicians’ children, so all of you will eventually be the ones who will probably be influencing politicians at some to see your organizations’ point of view. I want to bring all of your goals under one umbrella - mine. My goal is to destroy whatever remaining influence Christians and Jews have over this country, so we can join the rest of the world as a community. What I plan may take decades, but it will happen.
“My grandfather, Gregory, wants only to stop Christians from influencing events in the United States and for them to keep their opinions, beliefs, and political ambitions to themselves. Me, I want to crush them entirely, including their political brethren, who are Republicans and Conservatives. By the time I’m done, there will not be a Christian left alive in this entire nation and everyone, including the Establishment Republicans, will hate the traditional Republicans and Conservatives. I also plan on recruiting from the Harvard Divinity School men who will have no problem leading Christians down the wrong path, the path to their eventual destruction. I imagine it will take at least a generation, about twenty or thirty years, to begin to implement the needed program.
“While we have taken over higher level education, it’s time to start infiltrating the elementary, middle, and high school levels, and turn them into indoctrination centers. Most of the parents in this country will be too busy with their careers to notice what they’re children are learning in school, so we will be able to do whatever we want. We will educate them to the point where they are the type of voters who are so low-information that they get their news from entertainment programs and not much else. There will be those few who educate their own children or put them in private education, but there’s not enough of them to make much of a dent in the future we will have planned. We have to teach these young people that America was started by bloodthirsty whites who wanted gold and silver, and the Puritans and others weren’t nearly as pure as they claimed. We have to make the Natives who were here out to be innocents, that none of them ever committed atrocities themselves, that they were what one writer once called ‘Noble Savages.’
“These are just some of the ideas I have for education. By the time the first thirteen years of indoctrination is over with, these students will be sympathetic to the plight of illegal immigrants, homosexuals, pedophiles, drug users, and others who their parents and grandparents used to look down upon.
“Currently, the First Lady is attempting to convince the United States that it should have some kind of universal healthcare. Well, it will fail, but only because it doesn’t go far enough. My grandfather is looking into rigging future elections to go our way so that we can ram through legislation that will dramatically change America. We will eventually have a new healthcare law that will not let anyone over sixty-five have unlimited healthcare, nor will they be allowed to enjoy retirement for very long for we will have people who will determine who can live and who should die, based entirely on what these retired citizens can contribute. This law will not let undesirables be born that will suck up money throughout their lives because they have one health issue or another, like children with Down Syndrome or even Autism. This law will require that everyone pay the government for their healthcare, no one will have the freedom to use whatever healthcare provider they want. We will control what will be used and for how long. Companies who do not comply with the rules, like giving their employees full access to abortions, will be sued or forced out of business. Universal healthcare will also be used to tell people what they can or cannot eat, and we will declare that Americans are full of obese people who need the government to control what they eat. No more eating whatever junk food you want to eat just because you can.
“We will push the climate change agenda. The EPA and Energy Department will recruit scientists who will provide data nobody else can understand that says our side is right about humans, cars, trains, planes, and even industrial factories are causing damage to our atmosphere, and that it needs to stop before Earth is turned into a wasteland. If people point out that it’s the sun, the natural cycle of things, and that twenty years ago there were warnings of global cooling, call those people uneducated skeptics and even racists, because we’ll claim that climate change harms poor minorities the most. The EPA will work to find the smallest creatures and say they’re endangered to prevent farmers and builders from just building or planting wherever they want. The United Nations will soon come out with a plan known as Agenda 21, in which they will push everyone into cities so we can keep better track of them, and the common, everyday people will no longer be able to access the great outdoors without having to go through a lot of red tape. The governments of the world will start declaring vast stretches of land in their own countries as national monuments or just buy up the land to prevent the freedom to create more energy reserves so that only a few will be in control over all of the resources of the world.
“We will also work for the equality of gays in America. We will badger and complain about gays not having the right to marry each other, because civil unions just won’t do, and how they don’t get the benefits that straight married couples get. It won’t even matter that they’ll be Common Law married like straight couples, we’ll force the issue in the Supreme Court. We will give them the ability to adopt children, this way the children will be indoctrinated to accept that lifestyle. We’ll claim that being gay is genetic and they were born that way, but gays will continue to recruit people into their cause. While we bully Christians and Conservatives into accepting gays, gays will claim that they’re being bullied by Christians, and that it could be considered a hate crime to bully gays. If a church does not want to marry gays, they will be sued into oblivion. All of you will infiltrate the Christian churches and turn their point of view to your point of view, including the Catholic Church, especially since most of them want to be liked by the rest of the world. Gays will have their lifestyles sanctioned by Christians once we’re done. All life choices will eventually be treated as normal and no one will bat an eye. You want to marry a child, go right ahead. You want to marry three or four women and they want to marry multiple husbands, that’ll be acceptable in the future too. You think of it, we can make it happen.
“America’s borders will be opened up to whoever wants to come, and the government won’t enforce the immigration laws. If a state attempts to sue the federal government over the laws, that state will lose. Eventually, the federal government will grant amnesty to the illegal’s, and they’ll have access to everything natural born and naturalized citizens have. This will give us millions of people who will vote for the Democrats and we’ll stay in power for decades
to come.
“Finally, unions will control who works and who doesn’t, and which companies can continue to do business and which ones can’t. All workers in the United States will pay union dues. When the union says to strike, the worker will strike. If a worker does not strike, they will never be allowed to work again. The government will give everyone a high minimum wage, but we will also give everyone a maximum wage. Basically, our end goals are social and economic justice for the oppressed peoples of the United States and eventually the world. If you’re with me and want to join this brave new world, please sign up, and we’ll begin the process.”
When Michael was finished with his speech, the audience of a little over six hundred stood up and cheered. Michael was pleasantly surprised by the adulation, but was glad that this many people agreed with him. He walked out to the lobby where a sign-up sheet was on a table that would record peoples’ names, addresses, and phone numbers where Michael and his people could reach them to discuss what they can do in the future. Grandfather would be proud, Michael thought, as he watched every single student sign the sign-up sheet, from socialists decked out in Che Guevara t-shirts, to gay men dressed in their mid-to-late 1980’s pastels and the butch lesbians dressed in their flannel and jeans, to dedicated feminists who hardly ever showered and looked like they were homeless. Later on, he would have to tell all of the groups that dressing more professionally would get people to take them seriously, but the enthusiasm all of them showed made him happy. I’m taking his view of the future further than he ever thought about, and, hopefully, he doesn’t throw a fit about it.
While in deep thought, he didn’t notice someone standing in front of him, until she cleared her throat. Michael looked up to see a girl with long, messed up, dark brown hair, clothes that looked like sackcloth, and smelled like she hadn’t showered in days. I wonder what this radical feminist wants with me? he wondered, while trying not to gag because of the smell. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, um…”
“Spit it out, I don’t have all day,”
“Why should we listen to someone who is part of the patriarchy dominated culture and wants to oppress the matriarchy?”
Michael rolled his eyes and wondered if these feminists really believed this crap they kept pushing. “Seriously? Is that all you wanted to say to me? You know, I could have read that spiel from one of your movement’s press releases your leaders keep putting out. Right now, you’re getting a whatever from me,”
She clearly wasn’t prepared for the nonchalant attitude Michael displayed, because she looked like she wanted to run away, but she stood her ground, as she replied, “No, that’s not what I really wanted to say, but I got nervous,”
“Can you please get to the point already?”
She put a strand of hair behind her ear, went into a more feminine posture, and said, “I totally love that you feel that way about the future. You’re like, so serious, and I’m attracted to guys who have power. Would you like to go out sometime?”
Michael’s eyes went wide and then he started laughing, “You must be joking. Look at you, you smell like a cow lot, your hair’s a mess, and nothing you’re wearing screams anything about you being attractive. Maybe you should try a pantsuit like the First Lady wears. Isn’t she supposed to be some kind of feminist icon? Most of those other so-called feminists look like a bunch of dried up old hags, which is what you’ll look like soon enough if you keep being a radical. Did you really think someone as lame as you would be qualified to go out with someone like me? Why don’t you go do your homework from your Women’s Studies class and leave me alone?”
The girl’s face went red, she started bawling, and then ran away. Michael was annoyed by feminists, since he knew women who were nearly as powerful as his grandfather and were that way because of hard work, not through grievance mongering. He was glad he could make one cry. Maybe he should try getting one of the queers to cry, but then one of the lesbians would beat Michael up for trying, since he didn’t think lesbians had the slightest sense of humor. All Michael cared about was using whatever power and influence these various groups had, he cared nothing about their imagined grievances, and he would use them as long as they continued to be useful idiots.
The next business Michael needed to do was to go to the Divinity School to recruit men who would lead Christians down the wrong path. Luckily, he had already talked to a professor who told him which men were best suited for such a task. He needed men who would be preaching in California, Texas, and some of the other key States where they could influence a lot of people to their way of thinking and could get on TV to an even wider audience. Men that wouldn’t be seen as power hungry and craving riches, like some of the televangelists from the ‘80’s, but appeared to have the people’s welfare in mind. The men Michael wanted to recruit needed to be slicker than that and seem like they were on a mission from God.
Michael found one of the men he was looking for in the man’s office, since he was one of the graduate teacher’s assistant. He looked like he was grading some papers at his desk and was completely focused on his task. “Excuse me, are you Kevin Josten?” Michael asked, as he knocked on the open door to the office.
A startled Josten looked up from his desk. His tired eyes looked at Michael, and he asked, “How can I help you?”
“My name is Michael Evans, you probably don’t know me, but I’ve heard about you. I believe you want to be a preacher who preaches the whole prosperity gospel nonsense. I’d like to help you with that,”
Josten’s tired eyes lit up and he smiled. “Really? I’d love that idea. But, how do you propose to do that? So far, I’m stuck grading papers and teaching various classes,”
“You’ve graduated already, right?”
“Yes,”
“Would you like to start a church in your home state of Texas? I can get you started,”
“Would I like to have a church? You bet. But, there are currently no openings, which is why I’m stuck here,”
“There will be an opening if I give you enough money to start your own ministry. Interested?”
“Sure I am. What do I have to do?”
Michael sat down and began to discuss with Josten what he planned and what he wanted from people like Josten. Michael was amazed when Josten had no problem with the plans and was very eager to get started. Michael then gave Josten enough money to start his own ministry and build a new church. In less than a year, Josten’s new church already had over a thousand members, and important television personalities were beginning to notice him. Michael also found two others who were just as eager to work with him and he also gave them the seed money to get started.
A few days later, Michael was in the library studying, when someone approached him from behind, and said, “Michael Evans, I need to talk to you,”
Michael turned around, to see an attractive young lady in a blue pantsuit. She had shoulder length brown hair, had blue eyes, and had a nice figure from what Michael could see. He stood up and asked, “Hi there, what do you need to talk to me about?”
“Don’t you remember me?”
“Nope, can’t say that I do. I think I’d remember someone as attractive as you if I had,”
“I’m the girl you made cry at that meeting a couple of days ago. That was totally not cool. I wanted to show you what I really look like. Eat your heart out, Michael Evans,”
“You clean up really well. What’s your name?”
“Helen,” she replied, as she brushed some hair back behind her right ear.
Michael took her right hand, raised it up to his lips, and kissed her hand. Helen blushed, so Michael asked, “You don’t seem like a radical to me, so why are you one of them?”
“Oh, I so wanted to be, but I’m too much of a girly-girl to fit in with them. They’re like, kinda crazy, you know?”
“I know what you mean. I’m glad you aren’t going for the shriveled and used-up look. How would you like to go on a date?”
“I’d love to.
When?”
“Would Friday work for you?”
“Yeah. Ok, I’ll be ready then. See ya around.” then she walked away to wherever she was headed. Michael found this to be an interesting turn of events, but wondered if Helen was a bit on the nutty side. He would soon find out.
He picked her up in his Ferrari, and Helen was thrilled to be seen in such a powerful looking sports car. Michael took her to a four star restaurant in town so they could eat and talk. As they were eating and talking, Helen said, “I think it’s so cool you have the power to do what you want to do. I’d like to someday help you with that. I can get more feminists on your side. We can protest against some future woman-hating, rape loving, anti-choice Republican President or accuse the military of treating women like second-class citizens, or even force all male-dominated clubs, like Augusta, to let women in. You do know you need a woman to help you, because radical feminists aren’t going to listen to you, since a lot of them would consider you part of the patriarchy. What do you think?”
“That might be a good idea, but why should they trust you if you’re in league with one of the male devils?”
“I would have to say that it’s complicated, but they would trust me. It would be awesome if we worked together,”
“I guess I could use a female counterpart, and since you seem to want the job, I welcome you to the business.” then he reached across the table and they shook hands. “So, want anything for desert?”
“Is that all?” she asked, wondering why he didn’t have anything else to say.
“What?”
“There’s no, like, secret handshake, or, you know, a password to be let into your club?”
“That’s silly. This isn’t the Mob from the movies, this is real life. Now, why don’t you order a desert or something?”
“What about your grandfather? Won’t he be upset you let me in?”
“Why on Earth would you think that?”
“Well, there’s some rumors I’ve heard that he gets rid of women he doesn’t like….”
“Don’t go there, Helen, that’s something that no one should discuss. Not even with me. Got it?” interrupted Michael, whose sudden burst of anger caught Helen by surprise.
“Ok, sorry,”
“Now, do you want desert?”
“Yeah, I’ll take a slice of chocolate cream pie, if they have it.”
Desert was served a few minutes later. Michael also knew about his grandfather’s reputation, which made him decide that he wouldn’t reveal this particular bit of information to the Old Man until the time was right, whenever that would be. Michael wasn’t worried so much about Helen, since she was an atheist like he was, but the Old Man thought having a woman in one’s life was an obstacle to his schemes. Michael didn’t feel that way, and even though he respected the Old Man, he thought he was wrong, but had no idea how to change Gregory’s mind, if he ever could. In the meantime, he would enjoy Helen’s company and whatever happened later, would have to be decided then.
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