Jacksonesia
02-02-2005, 22:14
"Democracy is indispensable to Socialism."
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin
Chapter One
02 Feburary 2005
1830 Hours
“Greg-”
“It’s going to pass.”
The Conservative Party Congressman was paused in mid-sentence and looked across the table at his opponent. He was angry, both with the current government because knew the law would pass, and at himself because he knew that the law would pass.
The young-looking twenty six year old sitting opposite the table leaned back comfortably. Geographically, they sat less than two feet from each other across the table, and simply one person moving could change that. Politically, they were miles apart and that was something that would never alter.
Chief of Staff Gregory Donaldson absently brushed dark hair out of his eyes, proudly dusted his Communist Party collar pin and fixed his restored vision on the right-wing politician opposite him. He fixed a grin on his face that had been a resident for most of the day. “It’s going to pass, Jack. It’s going to pass and you know it, and I think you’re pissed because you know it.”
The Long Gallery fell into silence. Outside the windows, across the greenery and down the cliff-face, Nottingham shone in the drawing darkness of the afternoon. To the young Communist looking out across that spectacle, it was invigorating. The town seemed to glow with a brilliance he hadn’t noticed before. ‘Let’s do great things,’ the lights seemed to say.
Donaldson reached forward and grabbed his papers off the table, placing them into his suitcase. Jack stood in protest, trying to keep the man in the room as if it would delay the voting. “Greg-” he began again.
Donaldson grinned at the man again, feeling satisfactory victory. “It’s going to pass, Jack.” He clipped the briefcase locks closed. “It’s going to pass because since yesterday we have a large majority in both the Congress and the Senate, and most importantly,” the man paused as he pulled his coat onto his torso and picked up the ‘case. “Most importantly, it’s going to pass because the people want it.” Turning to the door, he stepped across the plush carpet and away from the dejected Congressman. Calling over his shoulder, Greg finished the conversation. “Tell the Religious right to sit down and take a pill for five years. The Communists are in charge. Gay marriage is going to be legal by the end of the week and there's nothing you can do about it." He paused in the doorway, relishing his next sentence. "If you'll excuse me, I’ve got an Inauguration to go to.”
Greg Donaldson left the room and walked down one of the corridors of Nottingham Castle towards the front door. An aide opened it for him, and Greg stepped out onto the tarmac driveway and towards the Government car that was waiting for him. He grinned with elation. The City shone with promise.
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin
Chapter One
02 Feburary 2005
1830 Hours
“Greg-”
“It’s going to pass.”
The Conservative Party Congressman was paused in mid-sentence and looked across the table at his opponent. He was angry, both with the current government because knew the law would pass, and at himself because he knew that the law would pass.
The young-looking twenty six year old sitting opposite the table leaned back comfortably. Geographically, they sat less than two feet from each other across the table, and simply one person moving could change that. Politically, they were miles apart and that was something that would never alter.
Chief of Staff Gregory Donaldson absently brushed dark hair out of his eyes, proudly dusted his Communist Party collar pin and fixed his restored vision on the right-wing politician opposite him. He fixed a grin on his face that had been a resident for most of the day. “It’s going to pass, Jack. It’s going to pass and you know it, and I think you’re pissed because you know it.”
The Long Gallery fell into silence. Outside the windows, across the greenery and down the cliff-face, Nottingham shone in the drawing darkness of the afternoon. To the young Communist looking out across that spectacle, it was invigorating. The town seemed to glow with a brilliance he hadn’t noticed before. ‘Let’s do great things,’ the lights seemed to say.
Donaldson reached forward and grabbed his papers off the table, placing them into his suitcase. Jack stood in protest, trying to keep the man in the room as if it would delay the voting. “Greg-” he began again.
Donaldson grinned at the man again, feeling satisfactory victory. “It’s going to pass, Jack.” He clipped the briefcase locks closed. “It’s going to pass because since yesterday we have a large majority in both the Congress and the Senate, and most importantly,” the man paused as he pulled his coat onto his torso and picked up the ‘case. “Most importantly, it’s going to pass because the people want it.” Turning to the door, he stepped across the plush carpet and away from the dejected Congressman. Calling over his shoulder, Greg finished the conversation. “Tell the Religious right to sit down and take a pill for five years. The Communists are in charge. Gay marriage is going to be legal by the end of the week and there's nothing you can do about it." He paused in the doorway, relishing his next sentence. "If you'll excuse me, I’ve got an Inauguration to go to.”
Greg Donaldson left the room and walked down one of the corridors of Nottingham Castle towards the front door. An aide opened it for him, and Greg stepped out onto the tarmac driveway and towards the Government car that was waiting for him. He grinned with elation. The City shone with promise.