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Bill 351

Bill 351

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Published by: Sandy Sessler on Jun 11, 2010
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 VOTE YES ON BILL 351By Sandy Sessler It was 2011 and the homeless population had gotten completely out of control. Therewere tent cities built on the outskirts of Capitol City for years, but even they were bursting at the seams and inadequate to house the thousands of pitiful souls wanderingthe streets, down on their luck, either from circumstance or heredity. Yes, somethingneeded to be done to help these hapless creatures and Bill 351 seemed to be the perfectanswer. In years to come, it would be hailed as the greatest humanitarian effort in a worldof cold and callous hedonism.Jordan Ellison was the author of the bill and had worked long and hard on itsconception. He worked out all the bugs, all the offensive components and language, sothat it would appeal to the wide masses, as well as the special-interest groups. There waslittle fault to be found with it and it passed easily, without so much as a letter to the editor in protest. Yes, it was something that Senator Ellison could be very proud of…and proudhe was. He had done something for mankind. Something of long-lasting value for society,as a whole. Nobel Prize-winning value. He would go down in the history books.Not that that was why he had done it. For any that knew him, he was a philanthropist,at heart and it had always been an uphill battle in the Senate. He was a minority in amajority party and his fellow Senators considered him an odd duck. But his constituents
trusted and believed in him to follow his benevolent heart. It was only that Bill 351 hadsuch wide, overwhelming appeal that allowed it to pass with such ease. It appealed to themasses who feared the nameless, homeless unfortunate that wandered the streets lookingfor something, anything to sustain them. It appealed the special-interest groups thatwanted to keep society safe and sound in the name of charity. It appealed to the upper-classes to clean up the city, so that it could once again become a beacon of class anddistinction. It was those upper-classes, whose maintenance of a decadent mentality andlife-style, who most supported Bill 351; for in it they saw the far-reaching implications toremove the distasteful from their midst.Yes, Jordan Ellison was a hero. A humble man amongst men and he would reap theappropriate awards. He would no longer be scoffed at in the Senate dining room. Hewould be respected and treated accordingly by those who once snickered behind his back.“Good morning Senator Ellison,” Janine greeted him. She had been his assistant sincehe came to Washington. She had bet he wouldn’t last more than one term, but she waswrong. He had sustained and overcome and she had to eat her words before the other senators’ assistants. But she was glad of it, because as cynical as she could be, she reallydid like the soft-spoken, mild-mannered man from Iowa. He was gentle and kind and aman of great virtue. If you were looking for scandal in Jordan Ellison’s past or present,you wouldn’t find it. A happily married man, father of two sweet little girls, JordanEllison was truly what he appeared to be. An honorable man with a goal. And his goalwas to help his fellow citizens live a more secure and fulfilling life within thecomplicated structure of an ever-changing global vision.“Good morning, Janine. Any messages?” he smiled at her. He had won her over and
he considered that his greatest achievement to date. Even more so that Bill 351. If youcould win over someone as cynical as Janine Miller, you could accomplish anything.“There’s three on your desk and don’t forget lunch with George Stern at 12:30,” shesaid, efficiently.“Thanks,” he said and closed his office door behind him.He sat at his desk returning his calls and working on some of the details of Eden, as heaffectionately called 351. Janine buzzed him just before 12:30.“Senator, Mr. Stern is here.”“Send him in, Janine,” he buzzed back.“George, sit down. I’ll be done here in a sec,” Jordan said, as he shook George Stern’shand.“Take your time. I’m in no hurry,” George said and sat in one of the burgundy leather chairs across from the desk.George Stern had all the time in the world. He owned Stern Construction and hadlanded Eden, as he, too, affectionately and more mercenarily referred to it. It was a plumof a contract, to put it mildly. He would be set for life and he owed it largely to JordanEllison. It was what he called a revolving job. Once built, it would require constantrevisions and maintenance, as the population required it, and there would never cease to be a need for more housing for the homeless. It was a continuous cycle of moregovernment budget cuts putting more people out on the streets, needing more homelesshousing requiring more government funding requiring more cuts and on and on…Therewas such a beauty to the simplicity of it. Yes, Jordan Ellison had come up with thisincredible solution that would line George’s pockets for the rest of his life. Yes,

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