Unity Street, Building 12
Constituency Office of Quartier Résidentiel Northeast
3:39 PM
"The National Assembly, which comprises the Legislative Branch, elects the Senate of Saint-Hadrien by First-past-the-post voting (FPP) and appoints two Senators for every district. While the House of Representatives is elected by Mixed member proportional representation." It is the melting pot of "old liberals, wishy-washy socialists, nigger-lovers, red left-wingers, homosexual commies, and other human beings," and a spot for tourists to take a reminding piece of the pinnacle of Hadriennois colonial architecture imported by Francilie from their architectural genius and so and otherwise, not knowing which is under the aforementioned.
Our story here will only involve the House of Representative so expect not much prating from the upper house, they will be a story nonetheless but one that will be remembered in the footnotes of Hadriennois history because they are prats and nothing more.
One particular human being, not really in particular and rather is to me, is "begging" to differ. Now one should not take the quoted literally, if one has yet to understand.
"Wait, wait, wait, my wallet fell to the floor-"
And so, a camera clicks and flashes, producing this image:
"I told you to wait." An assemblyman, appointed by 330,837 votes against 135,728 in a legislative district of 424,150 people. The opponent was no wiser than every boy band in the world rolled into one. You would understand, especially that this is Quartier Résidentiel. This region is a liberal stronghold. The opponent's an utter idiot who thought that his principles to return to the so-called days of "Glorious Kings and Strong Emperors," not a monarchist but a man who simply wants to turn Saint-Hadrien into a Constituent Republic and to stop immigration. A supporter of Cedric the Prime Consul, no less you see.
"Can we do this again?" Asked the Assemblyman.
We have deviated from the point.
The cameraman answered, "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
"No need to apologize, it is my fault." The Assemblyman is no statesman but he is educated as a seminarian and an accomplished scholar of Library Science. Surprisingly, not much law in that mind of his. He does understand the law as it is seen by the public and those who are enthused, if there are any.
The Cameraman, preparing the cue that he has done before utilizing his fingers. Counting to three.
The Assemblyman is a father but no longer married since his wife has divorced him for a Horosatian Football player residing in Little Toksan, neighboring legislative district to the southwest, upscale neighborhood. He lives with a partner, a woman, whom his children did not mind. He has a son and a daughter, son is a homosexual, daughter is asexual.
And the camera clicks and flashes, once again. Is the picture taken?
"Finally, thank you sir." The Assemblyman said and smiled to the camera. He went over to him and shook his hand.
"Welcome sir, Assemblyman...Sorry?" Not an impudent act, certainly.
The Assemblyman, now smiling with his teeth,"Faubert, just call me Mister Faubert."
And there, a picture fit for the Assembly Archives. Something one could simply imagine with the help of technological wizardry, particularly "graphic" in nature.
There he stands, straight, a slight smile, a humble but powerful look. An elected legislator, elected by the people, not anointed, not crowned, not selected. Nothing more or less.
"Ah, well then Mister Faubert. Not much laws made lately?" To this, the Assemblyman slightly frowned.
He said, in defense, "Well, no. I am not a statesman." Honest, another one.
"Oh, why is that sir?" Here we go.
"Sir, I am certain that if each of our assemblyman, me included, would make more than 40 to 50 legislation every day. I assure you, the Republic will drown in the countless copies of every law made, passed or rejected."
"Ah, I see. Well, what does Mister Faubert say about 'Vertical Farms?'" Odd question.
I wonder.
"A good idea, another way to save space but that is all I know about this vertical idea of farming. Why ask, if you would mind answering sir?"
"It is for my son's homework." What a resourceful parent.
What homework, none of our concern. I did say that this is the story of Assemblyman Beynard Faubert, Representative of Quartier Résidentiel Northeast, in great length even.
Please note that this is yet to be the story since his life is still going on. It is only at the end of his life will the story end. And so it is inappropriate to say that "this is the story."
Then so, then yet.
Indeed.