THERE WILL BE TEA PARTIES

This beautiful Spring day all across the land holds promises of new beginnings for the Middlings. There had been little points of light, rumors of conflicts within the crystal palaces. The allegation that the Middlings had wanted to be subjective, controlled and cared for was being dispelled, at least among themselves. They were finding that they had done nothing to intentionally create this situation, but had instead been pushed into dependency. They were guilty of letting themselves be fooled. The rhetoric they heard had been stripped of any real meaning; no solutions to the issues were revealed, and no mention of a path TO, or a plan FOR reaching the lofty promises was ever apparent.

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What was apparent was the achievement of administrative advancement, enrichment, and power by the Knowbs...the grand inhabitants of the crystal palaces...the caretakers. And so, firmly entrenched in their belief that the Middlings were easily placated, went ahead with their many costly projects, further secured by the knowledge that the sheer number of years it would take to pay for what had already been done would be to their advantage, the same scene spiraling into infinity. Not to mention that after several generations, the Middlings would come to accept their position, wouldn't they. Meanwhile, the Knowbs began to award small bonuses to selected Middlings, hoping for rifts to develop and soar into great distractions.

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But plans were quietly being made by the Middlings, some a bit more vocal than others, but all toward the same end; not personal gain for a few and not revenge, but a return to the America once known by them all.

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There will be sweet smelling candles, kittens and tea parties.