Silas Anders sat at his desk, taking a swig from his bottle of the finest Kentucky bourbon money could buy. In front of him were several of his advisors; it wasn't a full Cabinet meeting, just a gathering of the more important people in the government. This included the Secretaries of Defense, Intelligence, Labor, and the Treasury, as well as a smattering of generals in the Kentuckian Army.
"Unemployment is extremely high at this point; its hurting our national productivity. Its the damned Reds, strikes are hurting our factories." the Secretary of Labor said.
One of the various generals near him replied with "easy solution: send in the army."
"I'm a bit hesitant to deploy military units to break up the strikes; that could lead to an escalation." the Secretary of Labor said.
"Well that's why you're not in charge. You can't make the tough calls, not like ol' Colonel here." the general said, indicating Silas. It was a term of endearment for Silas common in some elements of the Kentuckian Army.
Silas had been a Colonel in the United States Army before the collapse. Afterwards, he had assumed a political role, with the core of the Kentucky Faith Council forming around him. He gained power in the Federal Commonwealth and had been the driving force behind shaping it. He shaped the Faith Council's agenda and, by extension, the nation's.
Silas took a deep drink and slammed the bottle down.
"Seems like that there's a good plan. The godless commies all pray to Chicago anyways, taking orders from the Polack. Get the Secretary of Intelligence to draw up some new posters reminding the people what it means to be a real American and they'll come around. Crack down on the cursed Red Guards and keep them from recruiting among the unemployed." He turned to the Secretary of Labor. "I also want to begin construction of a new munitions plant. Can never have enough guns if the unionists come
and they will come over the Ohio."
"Yes sir. Right away sir."
"Good! Now then..." Silas reached under his desk and pulled out another bottle of bourbon, as well as several shot glasses. "Who wants a drink?"
Example of propaganda poster circulated by the Kentucky Faith Council