Mai'khi C'Nia
AND IT came to pass that the political temperature began to rise in Jamdown, and the signs suggested that it would ascend to feverish levels in quick order. Those were the days when an unbridled homicidal rate attained unprecedented highs, and Jamdown descended to new depths of notoriety.
Now the administration was devoid of strategy and was totally ineffectual in arresting the slaughter within, yea the comrades were absolutely witless, and were preoccupied with matters which apparently were of higher priority to them than the death of the society, while the Labourites licked their chops and agitated for premature elections, they having failed to excite the people, hoped to regain power by default, for existing public sentiment suggested that the comrades stood no chance with the electorate next time around. Yet they were all deadlocked at the polls.
And it came to pass that an electoral exercise was scheduled for a verdant locale out in the boondocks, and all eyes were cast upon those proceedings. And the Labourite hierarchy converged on the scene with the aggression of a school of hammerheads that latched onto a whiff of Comrade blood. Dearly beloved, they intended to show no mercy to the pesky maiden from the foothills who dared to challenge them in their stronghold, and it mattered not that she was kin to their fellow, for she would be made an example to the rest of the Comrades, a demonstration of things to come in their political future.
And the Comrade Lass stood in solitude against the baker, Audley the Scandal Hound, and a massive squadron of Labourites, and held her own to boot. But, they jammed her head first into a yam hill, and proceeded to revel and gloat without breaking a sweat. And not a single Comrade heavyweight was in sight to stand by the country girl in her hour of turbulence, for they were absorbed elsewhere securing their own relevance in a soap opera that was playing on a different channel.
ADRENALIN-RUSH
Now after the mauling of the Comrade Lass was complete, the baker was in his element. Yea, he was likened unto an alpha male imbibed with the adrenalin-rush of the moment. And he authoritatively declared unto the Comrades that they should get used to the hiding, for there was plenty more in store for them in time to come. Dearly beloved, the baker was in a devastating mood, and Peto couldn't help but contemplate if he was under some kind of influence.
Know ye this Jamdown that no electoral procedure on the rock is without cass-cass and puerile bickering, and this event was true to form. Behold the Labourites, instead of savouring a rare vanquish of a Comrade they art on the verge of legal wrangling with the Central Jamdown strongman unto whom the Chief Deliverer hath genuflected in the past, for they having lived in pain for so long, know not how to avoid drawing more of the same upon themselves, thus they impaired their very hour of exultation with trivial brouhaha.
Hear oh Jamdown, for this contentious political climate hath propelled thee down a pathway to Armageddon, and serve no purpose that is worthwhile to thy progress as a people. Let not the Labourites and the Comrades run rampant and take thee further on a downward spiral, for they hath contributed enough misery to thy national life. Hold them to a higher calling and punish them with thy voting power if they comply not. Selah.
