Friday, August 26, 2011

Dept of Rescued Orphaned and Abandoned Childen

As Wind in Dry Grass by H. Grant Llewellyn
"The Dept of Rescued Orphaned and Abandoned children was a
hastily erected quonset hut with an unloading ramp
at the front and a large enclosed playground, with
twelve foot chainlink fences topped with razor wire.
At any time twenty or thirty or three children could
be seen wandering around inside their playground, much like
prisoners anywhere, staring blankly at the outside world and
waiting fearfully for the attention of their new saviors.
These fortunate children had been rescued from the
incompetent hands of their parents or found wandering
or were simply rounded up for their own good and
transported to Branfords for shipment to the main
processing center at Indianapolis, were they would
be given new lives and new ideas about life by the friendly
folks who brought you eighteen percent unemployment,
the modern education system, the social services
and child welfare agencies, the national debt, the
Iraq war, NAFTA and FDA safety standards, addictive and
lethal pharmaceuticals, biological warfare, and secret
prison camps for political dissidents. In Brantford,
dedicated DROAC administrators paid a bounty of MREs, beer
and various other commodities to anyone who rescued
any children from any circumstances anywhere by any means
at any time. Once a week a train would arrive from
Indianapolis and several large-boned lesbians and
adenoidal Boy Scout leaders would clump down from
the steps and with a Catholic solemnity, usher the little
darlings, strictly separated by gender into the various
compartments of the train for their field trip to the
city. There, they would be thoroughly transformed
into new citizens without prejudice, without cultural bias
or gender inclinations or religious propensities or racial identity
or family loyalty, but with an obdurate belief in this new
world and a perfect understanding of their role in it."
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