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THE REUNION OF DARKNESS
Chapter V.
The radio comes on, the whole world is excited, there is finally a viable 3rd party candidate in the elections. Everyone seemed to be enthusiastic about the possibility of change. The political swamp was getting worse every year, and the middle class was dwindling. America was trapped in foreign wars, and the death of sons & daughters coming home was ever present on the news.
This sadness families endured could only be topped by the pain of seeing the senators that sent their children to war, making millions. The deep pockets of special interest groups funding the war machine, only increased the amount of time and energy our people were there. The contracts seemed to always benefit those in power, and those sent out to fight were pawns in a game that could never be won.
The cost of goods that could otherwise be used for weapons, continued to grow. Everyday essentials would put a strain on Americans living in the middle class. The new 3rd party was going to change the status quo. The regular blue collar man finally had hope that their voices would be heard. The excitement could be felt all the way from the purple mountains majesty to the shores of the east.
Finally, the gold standard would be back, and there would be oversight into the printing of cash, funded by ever growing national debt. The hope of laws soon to be changed, promised to decrease the tax burden for families. The new candidates spoke of justice for those who had turned against the people in the country and profited off of the backs of their labor. The rallies were packed, with chants of ‘ justice will be served.’
Society needed this change, and needed hope even more. There was no escaping the divide that was starting to bubble up. The country was growing evermore divided by the day. Neighbor argued with neighbor; friend against friend; even brother against brother. The dinner tables across the land became desolate and lonely. People started gathering together less and less, since every time they did, arguments would arise. People started to focus on the values they had that made them different, instead of the majority of values they shared. National pride had now neen labeled as nationalism, and was becoming demonized by the liberal party. The lack of pride for the country only grew as the younger generation watched the divisive nature of their fathers.
The more people that moved into the city, the more crime would rise. People started disassociating themselves with more and more things, the lack of national pride now became a lack of pride for anything. The land was now filled with hate.
The neighborhood Buckley grew up in was changing too. Suddenly people were more aggressive and the younger generation was even worse. Gangs started to spring up, and kids as young as 10 or 12 were beginning to commit more heinous crimes. The mall he worked at afterschool saw more and more violence everyday. It was becoming commonplace to have police stationed in common areas like stores, schools and even churches. The laughter and fun that Buckley showed on his face while watching these horrific events like a stranger getting shot, was all just a cover. More sadness would fill his soul with what had appeared to be the inevitable change in his world.
Buckley often felt like a sad clown. Even though he wore a smile, and always did everything in his power to make everyone happy, he was broken on the inside. He felt that the light that burned inside of him would stay dim forever. He knew what it felt like to be down, and never wanted anyone else to feel this way. The mask that he wore was never physical, it was always as simple as a smile and a hello.
One night in Late December, the world would once again fall into ruin for Buckley. This was the ultimate destruction of his world at this point. The one person in the family that seemed to keep everyone together had died. His grandpa, although not that close to him, still meant the world to him. He was gone, he was not coming back. Buckley always had a stylized view of his grandfather, this was partially his imagination, and partly the fact that all kids see their grandfathers as larger than life figures. Black & white pictures of a man in uniform always bring the best view of days past. The greatest generation had that going for them. The days of mistakes and errors kept private have now disappeared and all that is done is recorded and shared.
The Christmas holiday that year was the worst in his life. The funeral close to the holiday would scar the joy of Chrstmas forever with the scene of his crying grandmother. The little faith he had in good things drifted away even more. ‘How could a loving God take this person from me? ' He thought. It felt once again that everyone that was close to him would be met by the Grim Reaper and his cold soulless hands of fate.
Chapter V.
The radio comes on, the whole world is excited, there is finally a viable 3rd party candidate in the elections. Everyone seemed to be enthusiastic about the possibility of change. The political swamp was getting worse every year, and the middle class was dwindling. America was trapped in foreign wars, and the death of sons & daughters coming home was ever present on the news.
This sadness families endured could only be topped by the pain of seeing the senators that sent their children to war, making millions. The deep pockets of special interest groups funding the war machine, only increased the amount of time and energy our people were there. The contracts seemed to always benefit those in power, and those sent out to fight were pawns in a game that could never be won.
The cost of goods that could otherwise be used for weapons, continued to grow. Everyday essentials would put a strain on Americans living in the middle class. The new 3rd party was going to change the status quo. The regular blue collar man finally had hope that their voices would be heard. The excitement could be felt all the way from the purple mountains majesty to the shores of the east.
Finally, the gold standard would be back, and there would be oversight into the printing of cash, funded by ever growing national debt. The hope of laws soon to be changed, promised to decrease the tax burden for families. The new candidates spoke of justice for those who had turned against the people in the country and profited off of the backs of their labor. The rallies were packed, with chants of ‘ justice will be served.’
Society needed this change, and needed hope even more. There was no escaping the divide that was starting to bubble up. The country was growing evermore divided by the day. Neighbor argued with neighbor; friend against friend; even brother against brother. The dinner tables across the land became desolate and lonely. People started gathering together less and less, since every time they did, arguments would arise. People started to focus on the values they had that made them different, instead of the majority of values they shared. National pride had now neen labeled as nationalism, and was becoming demonized by the liberal party. The lack of pride for the country only grew as the younger generation watched the divisive nature of their fathers.
The more people that moved into the city, the more crime would rise. People started disassociating themselves with more and more things, the lack of national pride now became a lack of pride for anything. The land was now filled with hate.
The neighborhood Buckley grew up in was changing too. Suddenly people were more aggressive and the younger generation was even worse. Gangs started to spring up, and kids as young as 10 or 12 were beginning to commit more heinous crimes. The mall he worked at afterschool saw more and more violence everyday. It was becoming commonplace to have police stationed in common areas like stores, schools and even churches. The laughter and fun that Buckley showed on his face while watching these horrific events like a stranger getting shot, was all just a cover. More sadness would fill his soul with what had appeared to be the inevitable change in his world.
Buckley often felt like a sad clown. Even though he wore a smile, and always did everything in his power to make everyone happy, he was broken on the inside. He felt that the light that burned inside of him would stay dim forever. He knew what it felt like to be down, and never wanted anyone else to feel this way. The mask that he wore was never physical, it was always as simple as a smile and a hello.
One night in Late December, the world would once again fall into ruin for Buckley. This was the ultimate destruction of his world at this point. The one person in the family that seemed to keep everyone together had died. His grandpa, although not that close to him, still meant the world to him. He was gone, he was not coming back. Buckley always had a stylized view of his grandfather, this was partially his imagination, and partly the fact that all kids see their grandfathers as larger than life figures. Black & white pictures of a man in uniform always bring the best view of days past. The greatest generation had that going for them. The days of mistakes and errors kept private have now disappeared and all that is done is recorded and shared.
The Christmas holiday that year was the worst in his life. The funeral close to the holiday would scar the joy of Chrstmas forever with the scene of his crying grandmother. The little faith he had in good things drifted away even more. ‘How could a loving God take this person from me? ' He thought. It felt once again that everyone that was close to him would be met by the Grim Reaper and his cold soulless hands of fate.