Once upon a time there was a fictional group of peasants who lived in a rural area. They lived there because they wanted to be free to worship, govern, and sustain themselves. They were humble, God fearing, and by, no means, rich, peasants, just hardworking. They were thriving, farming, and harvesting what they needed. They had their own local business that were the livelihood of themselves, their friends and family. But there had been problems between these peasants and the government of Evilland. Evilland had a huge hand in monopolizing the trade on many things because West Walmartia Trading Company (WWTC) was headquartered in Evilland. WWTC's trade route was so big and and the goods came in such huge quantities that the fictional people couldn't compete with the prices and they were none too pleased at the taxes either! The peasants no longer lived in Evilland, in fact they lived a sea away and the thought of the ruler of Evilland gettin' all up in their Koolaid really irritated them. So they disguised themselves and went aboard the big fat FREAKING WWTC ships and threw 90,000 pounds of Evilland Koolaid into Peasant Harbor. Evilland was very displeased at the rebellion and presented them with a bill to pay for all of that wasted Koolaid. The peasants laughed and said "Pshaw right!" Then blah blah blah Revolutionary War blah blah and the peasants formed their own government and called it the United Peasants of Peasantania.
They lived happily ever after.
Until....
Nearly 3 centuries later the peasants were bored and fat and lazy. They were fighting amongst themselves. The President of Peasantania didn't look like the original peasants or any of the Presidents that came before him. This freaked them out. They started marching with signs that made no sense (even if they HAD spelled everything right). They called their cause the same name the original peasants did without really knowing what happened then and what is happening now. I live in a small village in Peasantia and you know what I see? I see the little frame shop near the university go out of business. Clothing stores, grocery stores, mom and pop stores all gone now. What peasant would make all of those stops if they can get everything at once and for less money (and quality) at the local Walmartia Trading Company? So the dimwits with the signs and the Koolaid wrappers stapled to their hats have lost sight of what the Peasant party was REALLY about. Just like Evilland, Walmartia pays the Relephant party A LOT of money at campaign time. And as all of us middle class peasants sit here bickering over who is right and who is wrong, no one looks back to see where we came to this place that were in.
The characters in this story are purely fictional. Any similarities between them and real individuals are purely coincidental.
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