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Chapter II "The Town Meeting"

"The Players"

Anyhow, as was mentioned in the beginning of this story, the town would meet every night to discuss effective ways to cultivate sobriety, the meetings would frequently have visitors that had heard of some of the successful methods practiced in town, so frequently as you walked in you would see people staring at a seed on the ground looking like they were going poopoo, sweat starting from their brow as they tried to perfect the self will method, and quite often people came, saw the chickens, thought the chickens were the answer so they stuck feathers up their @ss and just came to meetings hoping their crops would grow.

Many people tried to emulate the messcan twosteppers by coming to the meetings but the majority didn't actually do any work, then they would leave and say the method didn't work without ever having pulled one weed or really planting one seed. Some would leave after hearing The Words The Grand Poobah, even after we explained you could use TheHippydudeGod, or any concept where you didn't grow the seed yourself, that you were just responsible for doing the work.

They'd stomp off in a snit saying it sounded like "magic" and "superstition" now matter how many times we tried to explain it was the work and that The Grand Poobah wasn't important, and that a great many of us were successful Messcan Two Steppers without ever believing in the Grand Poobah, and that the important thing was doing the work and working as a team and living in the village harmoniously with each other.

The Messcan Twosteppers were frequently unpopular for a number of reasons, their seeming arrogance, How smug they appeared, some weren't very nice people or even very successful, etcThe Grand Poobah had a number of pretty rigid followers, but the truth is, even the messcan twosteppers were split into groups. There were the followers of TGPoo who somehow got the idea that you had to follow the instructions EXACTLY and be followers of the Poo although the book said explicitly that wasn't the case. They also came up with the idea that you had to plant the seed EXACTLY one inch to "The Right" of the plowed area, so they were always dropping seeds with their right arm, so they were either called "hardliners" or "right wingers" and they spent much of their time telling everyone who wasn't doing it their way they were wrong, and quite sure to die a horrible death, followed by an eternity of burning in "hell", which evidently was a barbeque full of liberals and deviants on a hot sunny day down south with no deodorant or beer or hot chix, who the hardliners supposedly hated but kept getting caught chasing after.

They also had the "left wingers" who had long hair, smelled funny, and insisted on hugging everyone, these folks spent a lot of time talking about their day and "processing their emotions" and telling people they loved them, but were awful in rush hour traffic and used a lot of profanity and hand gestures, evidently they mainly loved other people that smelled funny and liked to hug too. They were "laid back" in their approach to doing the work, but frequently did so when they got hungry enough, whereupon they liked to kick their chickens to make them work faster, then they were called @ass kicking liberals"

The third group was called "The Middle of The Row" or MOTR for short, because while they insisted on following the instructions from the manual exactly, they didn't care whether the seed fell to the right or the left, had smelly long haired friends and hardliner friends. They knew the important thing was following instructions and working together, but were sneered at by the hardlliners because they didn't insist everyone do it "their way" and worship the Grand Poobah

At the town meeting that night however all met, including the self willers, and some folks some called "cafeteria style farmers" because they took an idea from here, and another from there, some self willers and cafeteria style farmers were successful but the vast majority weren't.

So The stage is set: