I’m sure those of us that have ever belonged to such an organization could relate. The character, Wayne “the brain’ was the smartest person in the room that night, for refusing the nomination.
Somewhere in the blight of soulless suburbia and neighborhood associations; voices screamed to be heard.
It wasn’t that change never came to Pleasant Hills. When it did come, it was through the loosely organized, “Pleasant Hills Resistant to Change Freedom Fighters.” A group of malcontents, that fought their fiercest, when there were personal gains to be made.
Its existence fought at every turn–it was a miracle the neighborhood council ever came into being. These were human lab rats, test subjects in a real-life social dynamics experiment, responding to various stimuli.
“I’m worried about the nine-digit numbers on the front of these fancy new garbage cans. It could be another way to keep track of people,” Said Charlie Warner.
“I think we have grounds for a lawsuit. Why can’t I, or anybody else, have the kind of trash can they want?” Asked Litigious Larry.
Preacher Phil, retired barracks lawyer, itinerant pastor in search of a flock, was not to be outdone. “Why…
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