Utopian States: Striving for Perfection

George, the candidate we were watching was found guilty of cocaine procession and about to be incarcerated. We knew that the drug charges were false. We knew that George was an innocent man.

Four months ago George was dating the same beautiful woman as a cop. The cop, being naturally suspicious, one night staked out his girlfriend at her apartment. He parked his stakeout vehicle, a rented car with dark windows, diagonally opposite her house. He watched George arrive at her house. The mutual girlfriend and George left her house together to dine and see “Beauty and the Beast”. After a romantic evening, George brought the mutual girlfriend home and left.

The cop then followed George home. There he planted cocaine (from the evidence room) in George’s car. The cop made an anonymous call to the police. George was arrested and charged with felony cocaine procession.

My boss just requested that I not write anymore about these clandestine activities at this time. I will say that the Utopian States decided to send a team of crack specialists to get George out of trouble. Rest assured that they will succeed – one way or another.

The rest of the day I spent looking at video interviews and reports of young coaches which will be needed to teach our young players. I also watched video of their teams as they crushed their opponents. There is so much unrecognized talent and potential in the world.

It’s time to vote. Have to go.

You should assume that this is fiction. To be continued…

The noise of pounding hammers woke me from a sound sleep. I stumbled out of bed. The sun was shining. The clock on my bureau said 8:00 AM. Looking out the window I looked at the several new houses that were being built. The noise of hammering was coming from construction on the adjacent lot.

I could see a group of 25 runners coming up the road. They were dressed in sweat shirts and pants. They were young, healthy and quite happy. They chanted something about “… But warming them up is mighty nice” as they passed.

Athletes from around the world were pouring into Independence One to join the semi-pro leagues. Most of these athletes had never before been given the proper opportunity to prosper and flourish outside of Independence One. The poorest of these semipro athletes were happy to live in barracks or dormitories where they enjoyed a great camaraderie with their teammates and female athletes from other teams.

I was drinking one of my morning cups of coffee and watching the cheerful activity around Independence One. Judy, right on schedule, ran by at 8:11. She was a middle aged nudist in her mid thirties. She had a nice figure and was pleasing to watch. I had previously looked at the Independence One web site to see if any had reported her nudity as improper. None had. Although there are few laws in a Utopian City-State, too many reports of impropriety will get a person a hearing where he or she will have to promise to change their objectionable behaviour.

A Utopian City-State watches their citizens very closely, but very seldom acts to restrain. If restraint is needed, you know it was merited. Such is the respect for Independence One, that any call for a hearing for excessive reports of improper behaviour brings tearful compliance from the reported. However, improper behaviour one year may not be considered improper the next; laws defining improper behaviour are themselves improper.

As you can report someone for improper behaviour, you can also report someone for a desired behaviour. One positive report cancels one negative report. The web site requires that you keep your positive and negative reports balanced.

I smiled and waved at Judy as she passed. She gave me a little wave, continued up the road until she disappeared from sight. She was a nice lady.

I had to get ready for work. I had two jobs. I worked twenty hours a week on each. Monday and Tuesday I worked one job. Wednesday and Thursday I worked my second job. Each day I worked ten hours, but the commute time was short, so I was never tired. Most nights you could find me lingering at work long after I had completed my required hours and deeds. I only needed one job to survive, but I actually enjoye working here in Independence One.

Future hopes. To be continued…

The Caliente Resort is beautiful. Go there and try to keep your clothes on! Nudity is required in the beautiful pools! Wandering clothes-free through the clubhouse gives one the feeling that clothes are perverted!

Sans clothes, people are friendlier and more honest. Heck, you bare your most guarded secrets to the world. Clothing optional feels good. You feel free at last.

Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and Britney Spears should start a clothing optional club where they can be nude, drink beer, and socialize all day and night. It seems to be their thing anyway!

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