Our Five Parties Part Five

August 3, --
Utility Party Summer Conglomerate
Federal Regional Politic and Meeting Hall
Zappawski, Rg.

Thom Tompson, Up, Ripshaw, Wt., the Utility Regional Elect and Third Advisor, gave a speech to open the Summer Conglomerate that is so indicative of his party’s goals and work that it is worth quoting in its entirety:

To make or become one. To join together; to act or work together. Oneness; agreement. To make or become one. To join together, to act or work together. Oneness, agreement. One for All! These, my fellow Utility citizens, are the actual definitions of unify and unity, respectively. Oneness, agreement, to make or become one. Some people will say, ‘but these are only words’ and at the same time they will agree that these words, indeed all words, are our thoughts. Do these persons then find themselves in some sort of quandary? Can they simultaneously say that oneness and agreement are only words and admit that words are also thoughts? Of course they can. We all can, but that does not change the feeling that every citizen in this country has: this feeling that pushes them, drives them like cattle away from consolidation and back toward the chaos and practical anarchy this country has experienced in the past. To be sure these citizens are not Utility party members and may not even be Conglomerate participants, even so they are still vital resources very much needed to keep afloat our lofty, yet endangered society. Yes folks, endangered. Our near-perfect system is under attack, sometimes from all sides, by politically and socially sanctioned entities that have as their sole purpose in being the destruction of our way of life and our political livelihood. But friends the positive times of today have no place for the no sayers or the people who hold their tongues out of spite. To make or become one. Now I have another definition for you: a mixed yet unified collection. Sounds like politics doesn’t it? And maybe the reason one thinks politics when one hears the phrase, mixed collection, is because the definition can be expanded to include human social interaction, human co-habitation, human society. The Utility Unity Compact being forwarded in all branches of government is a little closer to realization because of the word linked to this definition: a mixed collection. You see it does not mean sameness. It means oneness. Agreement. To make or become one. Conglomerate. Think for a moment on a mixed collection for agreement, for oneness. Unity. Ponder if you will a mixed collection made or become one. Unify. For this, and this alone, will be the collection for protection from our enemies.

The technical flaw now apparent in our present five party system has made our differences, our virtues. Everyone sequestered in their made-to-order political havens, separating themselves from friends and neighbors and even family. Separated from others, from others that deep inside are not really that different. Separate in incestuous social groups groping blindly for blind power and each party only coming up frustrated and every party member going through their day filled with stupid, impotent rage. The Conglomerate has eased all this political pain and torture by bringing together the most rational, the most responsible parties in close conjunction with the Federal and the Executive. The Utility party, in over seeing the operations of these two branches of government, has brought about the most courageous and most advantageous of all political revolutions.

The House of Incongruity could be a name for the Congressional in its present state, but a positive minded Utility, I am sure, can see this last branch, not as a mixed bag of rocks, but as the cataclastic aggregate it should be. We should all envision the Congressional as the largest, most complex, most innately beautiful monolith of marble. Thousands of smaller pieces kept under immense pressure for eons until it is the splendid, impenetrable stone we envision today. Impenetrable indeed, yet with the people’s help a mirror shine could be brought to the surface of this slab, deeply reflecting in it the flowing stretches of farmland, the rushing meandering rivers, the towering majestic mountains, the sanguine strands and beaches, the vast miles of forests, the vital and exuberant cities, and the white and blue all encompassing sky of this great land of ours.
The only thing the Utility party and the government ever want to say to anyone is, ‘yes’. Citizens, it’s simple, a simple ‘yes’. For if everyone remains aware of and obsessed with our differences, the only thing we will ever say to one another will be ‘no’. How civilized can a society be when its citizens, walking through their days in a stupor of doubt, can only ever say ‘no’ to their fellow citizens? Now you can’t necessarily hear them say it out loud, but all you have to do is look in their faces, read there what is happening behind their eyes. A shroud of distrust has blanketed their brains so that what they do see of the world around them comes to them through a screen, a web, a filter of negativity. This ‘no’, this negativity can be connected to an apposite correlative that is surprising and has a wonderful story. One hundred and twenty years ago there was a steam paddle boat that made day trips from the delta, up-river to the springs and campgrounds, and back again. This boat must have been gorgeous in its time. Despite rather loose local over-sight, this riverboat remained a top quality specimen for years, faithfully making her daily runs up and down the river, season after season. Now we all know machines, their fickleness, and we all know that machines back then were just as particular as they are today. On this splendid boat’s last run, I’m told it was a beautiful early spring day and the boat was filled to capacity with vacationers and working people alike. This day was also special because a local grade school was having its annual spring day trip and picnic. Shortly after leaving its dock, the boat, as machines tend to do, developed a fire. This fire then spread very quickly through the crowded craft sending throngs of panicked passengers to the lifejacket racks. One can imagine the fear and chaos as people, adults and children were shoved into lifejackets and hastily thrown over the side to the quenching river only to find that for years the aging cork that filled these jackets had been neglected and consequently had turned to dust. Anyone wearing one of these cork dust lifejackets in the water found out very quickly that cork dust, when wet, will float very much like concrete and give the wearer the total and complete opposite of buoyancy.

Our ‘no’ that we say not aloud, but to ourselves and silently to everyone around us, can be expressed perfectly in the overlooked and neglected cork in those so-called lifejackets. When we feel safest and most at ease is when something in our system will go wrong. And when it does, we will all rush to our security, our saviors, our lifejackets, and thinking we are saved, we all jump to the safety of the river only to find that negativity filling, not only ourselves, friends, and family, but filling our political parties, filling our government institutions, and filling our security, our saviors, our lifejackets. Citizens do not be dragged to the bottom, contact your Legislator, convince them that you know the right course, convince them to go forward with the Utility Unity Compact; the Congressional is our last hurdle. The negative is our enemy and disarray will be our downfall. Have a great weekend folks, and One For All!
(and thus the historic Utility Party Summer Conglomerate was kicked-off after a rousing ‘One For All’)