1 Law 4 All - Gator. Billy Angel

      Chapter 14

      The balding Representative, Curt Sanders representing the State of New York, banged his chairman's gavel. Drawing his eyebrows together over bloodshot eyes, he declared, “Motion on the floor in the matter of refitting Florida voting machines stands as passed. The election's committee meeting is adjourned.”

      With that gavel bang, Representative Maxine Smith heard the sound of money filling her family’s bank accounts. She had to continually grow those accounts. She thought of the huge financial obligations of her nepotism.

      Maxine was Congress's poster child for nepotism. Her daughter, three brothers, two cousins and four other relatives, held high paying, mostly no show positions within her DC and Miami offices. She favored transferring as much money as possible from the public treasury to her family’s interests. She did this by adding riders to her party’s bills that funneled funds into projects owned and managed by her relatives back in Miami-Dade County, Florida.

      Over the past year, money started rolling in from overseas donors pushing to enact this particular legislation. These first donations came with promises of much more in the future. Maxine imagined years of payments on her West Palm Beach, ocean front dream home materializing. Florida's representative from Mimai-Dade County beamed seeing Sander's smiling in the hall outside the committee meeting room.

      Maxine Smith's district was dominated by her Democrat party. Because of her outspoken mannerisms and unquestionable ignorance, she became the party's floating mouthpiece for criticizing opposing groups. Her collection of wigs crowned her five foot, two inch, frumpy grandmotherly appearance.

      The tall, six foot Sanders squinted his eyes accenting deep, pronounced ‘crows feet’ bordering the side of his face. He expected Maxine to be camped outside the committee’s conference room. His grinning face called her towards the elevator.

      Sanders and Smith meet in the elevator. He pressed the button for the Congressional dining room floor. They aimed for congratulatory drinks after that committee meeting. "I don't think anyone will notice we authorized your election machines' refit. I tacked the measure onto the Clean Plastic Bill. It should sail through Congress by the end of the week.”

      Maxine mused, "We'll be a lot better off in many ways. Do you think that some Bilderberg people are behind this move?"

      Curt beamed imagining buying the land for his fifth upstate New York shopping mall. His meeting with the Brighton Beach Russian, Tariel Mogilevich years ago significantly grew his reelection campaign fund. This was merely another paid favor for the Russian and his friends.

      Sanders told Maxine, “I feel that this last urgent move could only be from the people who sponsor or regularly attend the annual Bilderberg. They're aligning the United States with the New World Order movement. We'll never see their fully imagined Order in our lifetime, but we'll get rich resulting from its continued progress."

      "Considering I ordered the refit before it was officially authorized and those machines are in our warehouse already, we are sitting pretty," Maxine glowed. “The Chinese started to get a little surly with Uncle Sam’s IOU. But, I threatened to blackball them from any more government contracts and they played nice. All we needed was the Fed’s blessing for the funding. The refit included all the state’s vote balloting computers in every polling district. The voting machines are our financial ticket to the future!”

      "You are so sinister," Curt proclaimed. They toasted to their success. "I'll pick up the bill," he said.

      Maxine frowned. "Why?" She questions. "I always sign an open tab. At the end of the month they tear up the tabs. By Congressional order no bills are carried forward past the end of the month. Don't you love the suckers that pay taxes for our three drink lunches?"

      They finished the day celebrating with their respective staffs. Sanders picked a young, pretty intern, barely twenty to have an individual party with later that evening at his bachelor townhouse in Georgetown. Maxine for her part chose a mature female staffer to party with at her West Palm Beach, oceanfront home. Maxine enjoyed dominating women who were into kinky sexual pleasures. All leathered up, they both felt like masters of their universe!