It’s one of those games we still played even after all this time; where did we think Eastman was born?
There
 was a day when every city west of Berlin claimed him as their own but 
in the end it was probably London or across the water in Harrisburg, 
Pennsylvania. 
You
 wouldn’t have picked him out at the start as being the type of creature
 he became. The story is often told of him being referred to as The 
Quiet Man, the gentle man. 
He
 wasn’t a devout anything, never really went to church and rarely spoke 
of religion. To be honest, he wasn’t extreme about anything. Not at 
first. 
He
 was born with that indefinable gift of people liking him. He magnetized
 them, flattered them, became their friend and then used them. 
He
 spoke on television, on the web, wrote best selling ebooks and even 
composed several successful music downloads. He was the champion; he was
 the peoples’ champion, he was their champion. 
His
 ‘Deacons’, as he called his close followers, financed his rise. He was 
astute and he waited until the time was right. After the crash of the 
Eurozone and the 60% unemployment, he offered cheap food in Eastman 
Stores, all making a loss and all promoting his ideals. Cheap camps were
 setup in Spain and England and these were known as Eastman Vacs, where 
families could vacation for almost next to nothing. 
This was when he was loved and this was when he made his move.
It was as quick as it was well thought out.
He
 didn’t attack the churches at first, not at first. On his daily web 
broadcast he maybe hinted at his objection to the church, its power and 
its money. Only later did he talk of the actual buildings being insane 
asylums – only later did he suggest that holding a faith was a mental 
illness. 
Then
 the first one went, a Baptist Church in South London was razed to the 
ground. The Eastmen (as the disciples now insisted that you call them) 
blamed it on a race issue – wasn’t the church full of outsiders? But it 
didn’t stop there. Within two years, any form of worship in England was 
outlawed. This didn’t apply to the former UK countries of Ireland North 
and Scotland, they had gone their own way. 
When
 Eastman finally claimed power, it was amongst the poor that lived in 
tented cities in the parks of England. They ate Eastman Food, watched 
Eastman Broadcasts, Eastman Movies and drank Eastman Gin (Orwell would 
have smirked at that last one). 
Every June the 1st was Eastman Day and the Eastmen would hold parades in every corner of the country. It wasn’t an option to attend.
But
 what you might ask, became of the opposition? Or the devout 
Catholics/Muslims/Protestants/Jews and others? Those that insisted on 
worshiping were slung into the other type of Eastman camp and worked to 
death. 
Those who spread any form of socialism or brotherly love were beheaded in the Eastman Squares at the centre of every city.
Eastman
 Money was offered to anyone who snitched on their friends and family 
who worshiped in secret. Normally their homes were set on fire with the 
occupants inside. 
Somewhere in all the cynicism of the 21st century we stopped caring and as we stopped caring we fed the beast. 
As
 I sit here, I think back to the greed that started all of this; the 
bankers, the debt, the crash of the Eurozone, the unemployment, the 
riots and the rise and rise of Eastman. 
You may mention Hitler in the same breath and you’d be right. 
And all of this? 
Well these are my final thoughts as I know they’ll be coming for me soon.
You may ask what my crime was?
I was a writer.
I’ll be taken to the re-education showers shortly.
bobby stevenson 2012

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