Jeeboo, the tea drinker

Inside it was all a light with candles and little saucers with burning oils, Jeeboo had just returned from his day shift of labour in the factory.
He set out his little copper burner and placed his highly prized kettle on top and began to boil it for his last cup of the day.
Whilst at the factory all Jeeboo and the workers were allowed is a half hour break to eat their salmon paste sandwiches, him and the rest of the workers would sit in their little bait room and watch through the windows as the factory stooge master brown nose made his way to his fancy audi a3 and dri\/e off. It was the only time during the day he would lea\/e the factory, none of the other workers were allowed to lea\/e at anytime during their shift on health and safety grounds. Jeeboo often wondered how this could be so, but whene\/er he questioned brown nose about this he was threatened about his production and reminded that he was bottom of the worker production le\/el's list. This was always enough to put the fear into Jeeboo.

Things hadn't always been like this, in fact Jeeboo was once li\/ing the high life, when he was younger he had came up with an ingenious idea for processing analogue spectrum data, at the age of just 25 he had his own business employing up to 80 people at any one time. It didn't last fore\/er though and poor Jeeboo felt the shift from analogue to digital more than most, by the time he was approaching 40 it was all dwindling away, other than his qualifications he got from lea\/ing school Jeeboo had nothing to get him back into employment, so the only job he could find was working in the local factory stapling tin foil to the bottom of pies.
Somehow though this ne\/er deterred Jeeboo, he had tasted success so I suppose this equipped him all the more for a life of po\/erty. He had seen the world, he had partied with the upper class, he e\/en played a round of golf with Mike Tyson once, but now all he had was his tiny bedsit and the possesions he held onto so dearly within the place. And yet through all this Jeeboo was still happy.
Why am I telling you this you may ask, well two day's ago I was sitting at my desk when I recei\/ed a small package and a note from Jeeboo, it read like this..

Dear Comrade holmes,
If you are reading this then the package has made it through, no doubt you are eager to know what is inside but for the lo\/e of life please do not open it yet, the contents to which I am describing can be extremely dangerous in the wrong hands. A mo\/ement has begun to take place amongst the working class and time seems to be of the essence, I write this in haste brother and know it has been a while, but i trust you will do me proud and keep the contents safe until further notice. This may of caught you unaware but in a few days you will see for yourself on the news as their plan unfolds. This time brother it will not be stopped by police rioters because half of the go\/ernments own workforce are in\/ol\/ed, this goes deep into the heart of the system, someone at the top has manipulated this for their own ends but unfortunately once re\/olution takes hold it cannot be controlled no matter how much media control they exert o\/er us.
Peace be with you brother, please stay off the main public routes.

Yours truthfully brother jeeboo...

At first when I read the letter I was dumbfounded and extremely curious to know what was in the package. It had been nearly 3 years since I last spoke to jeeboo, e\/en though we were always closest of friends it seems people just drift apart when they achie\/e different social status'. I examined it carefully and could hear no sound so I guessed it wasn't a ticking bomb, howe\/er it was fairly weighty so I didn't want to rule anything out just yet.
I sat at my desk and contemplated what I would do. It was another 15 hours before I arri\/ed at my decision.
I decided to go \/isit Jeeboo in person and find out what all this meant, before I did though I made sure the package was stored safely so that it would not be found in my possession.

The kettle began to boil as Jeeboo looked up at me, his face was rougher than when we last met and his hands looked tougher, almost leather in complexion. I didn't say anything nor did I need too, Jeeboo looked up and switched his small t\/ set on, what I saw I couldn't belie\/e, e\/ery channel was frozen with an image of the red fist. "genius isn't it" he exclaimed. They had hacked into the tele\/ision networks, but how I replied. "easy, once we finally communicated the message in a language the world could understand, the workforce realised it was them who ha\/e had the power all along, look at it this way, who works in the T\/ stations broadcasting the stuff, yep the workers, who stocks the shel\/es, who hands out the money, who produces the goods, the workforce. The only enemy we ha\/e is the system of money, or to put it another way the system of profit". To say I was astounded would be an understatement, had the world really woken up to the faults in capitalism. Had we fully grasped the idea that its not money that causes all the wrongs in the world but profit. It was like the entire nation of workers from all walks of life, be those upper middle class, down to the unskilled lower working class had suddenly seen something from outside themsel\/es. If thats the case then Jeeboo who are you fighting against, or who are the mo\/ement fighting against?
"well put it this way, imagine you had power o\/er all the world and one day the world said we want you to gi\/e up your power o\/er us, would you gi\/e it up just like that?" clearly not.........