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James' had been working on his farm for his whole life. His father taught him every trick of the trade growing up. The blue coveralls he wore were like a second skin - a daily uniform he wore since childhood. But there was no denying that James couldn't keep up the farm all on his own anymore. He needed some younger hands to take care of the heavier work. So James put an ad out in the local college newspaper. An old-school solution, James knew, but he hoped he could attract some college students looking for some extra bucks.

Dean and Liam were juniors and roommates since freshmen year. They did everything together: working out in the gym, getting meals in the dining hall, studying in the library. And like any student, they were always a little strapped for cash. It was Dean who found the ad in the student paper: "Two Strong Farmhands Needed".

"Dude, we could do this. We could quit our gym membership and just get our workout through working on this farm," Dean reasoned with Liam.

Liam furrowed his brow, "Seriously? I know we need cash, but working on a farm? Am I gonna have to wear some denim overalls and a straw hat too?"

Dean punched him in the shoulder, a clear message of You know I'm right. And Liam realized it too. They called the number on the ad and set up a time to start their first day.

Liam drove the duo an hour from campus to James' dairy farm. The farmer waved them down. He was happy to see such athletic men had responded to his ad.

"Hey there boys. Name's James, but you can call me Sir. Glad to have you onboard," James extended a firm handshake to each guy.

"I'm Dean, sir" He was taken aback by the strength of James' grip.

"Liam. Happy to be here," Liam smirked before Dean elbowed him in the arm. "Um, I mean, Sir."

James smiled as he looked them up and down. They reminded him of himself at his age, an amusing thought before he realized that meant he was his father in this situation.

"I got a lot to show you boys, but you'll need to get properly dressed first. Come with with," James gave a small wave, signaling his farmhands to follow. Dean and Liam quickly followed, with Dean walking in pace with James before he put his hand in front of him.

"Behind me, boy".

Liam stifled a laugh as Dean's face flushed. Scolded already, Liam thought to himself I know Dean didn't like that.

James brought the friends to an equipment shed behind the barn. Inside were hanging several pairs of blue coveralls, the same pair James was wearing. Sitting at their hems was a pile of rubber boots. James pulled out two boilersuits and tossed some boots at the feet of his new workers.

"This is your uniform. I don't want to see you in anything else. These coveralls are what my daddy wore, and my granddaddy before him. It's what I've worn my whole life. If you want to show respect to this farm, you wear the uniform." It was clear James meant no irony.

Dean and Liam exchanged glasses. Not overalls and a straw hat at least, Liam thought. The pair stepped into the coveralls, pulling the elasticated back over their shoulders as the uniform swallowed them whole. As they zipped up the front, Dean felt a change, like he was in work mode. He wondered if Liam felt it too, but he didn't want to risk speaking out of turn, especially when he already got scolded once.

After pulling on their rubber boots, James crossed his arms, clearly pleased. This must have been what his father felt each time he zipped up his coveralls.

"Those coveralls suit you boys. Now, are you ready to do some work?"

Dean stood up a bit straighter and said clearly, "Yes, sir!"

Liam followed suit, though with a bit less enthusiasm, "Sure thing, sir."

James beckoned them to follow, but this time Dean deliberately waited a moment to ensure he stayed a few paces behind. James gave them a tour of the whole farm, going through their duties. Most of the work James could still do, but the boys would be responsible for shoveling the stalls, repairing fences, moving some other equipment - simple tasks that even a new farmhand could handle. The whole time Dean made sure to pay close attention, eager to make up for his earlier infraction. Liam was more amused than anything else, watching his friend suck up to this farmer.

The tour concluded and James turned to the pair, "Now I expect every task completed. There's not saving it until tomorrow, because there's always new work each day. If you don't finish, you don't get paid. Understood, boys?"

"Yes, sir!" Dean responded quickly, again elbowing his friend.

"Yes, sir."

James left to return to his own work. The guys were left to start with shoveling the stalls.

"Are we really doing this, man?" Liam turned to Dean, who was grabbing the shovels from the shed.

"Dude, we're in uniform coveralls and rubber boots. If we were gonna back out, it's a little late. Plus you saw the pay. Some mindless labor is nothing compared to that." Dean handed him the shovel.

"You're right on that," Liam grabbed the shovel. "But do you have to be such a suck-up to James?"

"I'm not a suck-up. I'm just being respectful. I mean, Sir's trusting us to take care of his family farm. That's a big responsibility and I want to take it seriously."

Liam cocked an eyebrow at his friend saying "Sir" when the old man wasn't even around, but Dean was already getting to work and Liam didn't want to spend even more time in these coveralls. The guys spent hours working and getting done everything James had asked them. As they were finishing their last task, carrying some cinderblocks across the yard, James drove by on his tractor. He hopped down to check in.

"You boys are doing well so far."

Dean smiled, "Thank you, Sir!"

"Yeah, thanks Sir" Liam responded, tired but happy to hear some encouragement.

"Bout time you boys were headed home. I'll see back tomorrow morning, in uniform of course."

Dean raised his hand, "Excuse me, Sir, don't you want us to keep our uniforms here?"

"I said I don't want to see you boys in anything else. You'll come and go wearing our coveralls. Change when you get home if you're so inclined."

Liam had to resist rolling his eyes. Now we're gonna get mud and shit in my car.

Dean only nodded, "Sounds good, Sir. We'll report bright and early in our uniform coveralls, Sir."

James glanced towards Liam, "And you, boy. You could stand to be more like your friend. If my daddy saw me rolling eyes as much as you, he'd tan my hide." This time Dean stifled a laugh.

The two guys climbed back in Liam's car, coveralls, boots and all. The whole ride home Dean couldn't stop smiling. He went on and on about how accomplished he felt and how cool it was that Sir let them keep his family farm's coveralls.

Meanwhile, Liam took to heart James', no, Sir's word. Liam never really took anything seriously, and Sir had seen through that in just one day. Maybe if he wasn't exhausted from working all day., he would've talked back, but he couldn't deny the truth.

The two got back to campus and trudged across campus, turning heads in their matching blue coveralls. "They're just jealous," Dean said to Liam. Liam laughed, proud to defy strangers' judgment with his best friend. They got back to their dorm, doffed their uniforms (Dean making sure to hang up the coveralls, not wanting to be disrespectful) before immediately hitting the hay, both guys more tired than they had been in ages.

A few weeks later and Dean and Liam are working on repairing an old fences on Sir's farm. As they finished, both farmhands smiled and high-fived, clearly proud. James approaches behind them, slapping a hand on each guy's shoulder.

"That's good work there, boys!"

Liam grinned, beaming with pride, "We're happy to serve, Sir!"

James could see in Liam's eyes a reflection of himself. He had two young men who were proud to call this farm their home, their coveralls their uniform, and him Sir. Both Liam and Dean were becoming like sons to him.

"Come on, boys. Y'all deserve a cold drink and a break." He waved a hand for them to follow. Liam and Dean obeyed, each one staying a few paces behind, happy to follow their Sir's lead.

"Thank you, Sir," Dean said, with an air of sincerity.

Liam smiled too, "Thank you for everything, Sir."

The three men continued across the field, their bond and hard-work exemplified by those blue coveralls, which were ready now to be worn for a whole new generation.

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You’re never too old to be re-educated! These men were removed from their jobs as bank executives and made to serve the state on a work farm. They’ve never felt more fulfilled than working long days in their coveralls. Do your part and submit your re-education today!

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Caspar poses for a picture that will be posted on the state’s social media. It’s caption reads:

“Meet Caspar, one of our newest recruits in the Re-Education Through Labor Program. A former protester of the Leader, he is now proud to serve the country through hard-work, obedience, and discipline. Caspar and thousands of men across the nation proudly wear their uniform coveralls as they work to make our country great!”

New government regulations require men to upload a photo of themselves in uniform to the federal database. Failure to do so will result in a home visit by Unity Officers to ensure compliance with all statutes and mandates under the National Uniform Act. Be a patriot and wear your uniform at all times. This is not optional; it is the law. Submit your Evidence of Uniform Compliance by 12:00pm each morning and again before curfew in the evening. Demonstrate your loyalty to the State. The State knows best. All Glory to the State.

Submit. Comply. Obey.

Coveralls make every man feel like a superhero! Give back to your community by joining a the generation of men who protect hard-work and masculine values. Wear the uniform of the future and don your coveralls today!

Zayn was proud of his outfit today. The sweater he had thrifted over the weekend and he had always found his bag cute. It all matched perfectly with his favorite shoes so all that was left was the right pair of overalls. He looked in his closet at all the pairs of overalls he at acquired over the years. Hard to believe he used to wear regular pants, as he didn't even own any at this point. Not that he was allowed, since the Overalls for All Act. But Zayn loved styling outfits and featuring overalls was always priority number one.

Finally it hit him - his dark denim Carhartt's! The Carhartt logo matched great with the sweater and bag. And the classic denim look always looked great, after all, every poster promoting the Overalls for All Act featured it. It wasn't even Sunday when classic denim overalls were mandatory, but Zayn wanted to rock them.

As he posted his selfie, he got great feedback from his friends, some even posting their own overalls selfies in response. Zayn loved seeing his friends in overalls. It helped remind why the Overalls for All Act was so important - it brought people together. Plus it made Zayn feel safe knowing that any man in overalls was a good citizen. Things were better now. Things were better in mandatory uniform overalls.

Nick is a high-school science teacher and he is ready for fresh start. He just moved to a new neighborhood, a community called Unity Heights. The HOA has high-standards for residents, the most obvious being the dress code. All male residents of Unity Heights are required to wear uniform coveralls over a white shirt and tie. The rationale is to create a sense of unity and community between residents. Nick always had a vintage fashion sense so although he found it odd, he didn't mind the dress code.

Nick had to laugh to himself on his first day in town. He liked the way the coveralls looked, but he had to admit it was kind of absurd to let his HOA tell him how to dress. Nevertheless, he zipped up his coveralls and headed out to his car. He saw his next-door neighbor, Jim, going to his car as well. Jim looked like a hard-working man in his coveralls, and Nick did feel a sense of relief seeing another resident in uniform.

"Morning, neighbor!" Jim greeted. "How are you adjusting? I gotta say, you look mighty fine in your coveralls!"

Nick didn't even realize he blushed, "Good morning, Jim! And, uh, thanks! It's still a little weird for me, but the coveralls are surprisingly comfortable."

"It took us all a tick to get used to the uniform, but we're a stronger community for it. I bet after today, you'll never want to wear anything again," Jim gave a wave goodbye and got in his car.

Nick wondered if he would adapt that fast, but he was starting to run late for his day at school. He got in his car and drove to school. As he parked outside of Unity Heights High School, he saw his new colleagues chatting in the parking lot - strong-looking men, each wearing the standard Unity Heights coveralls.

"Hey there, you must be our new science teacher!" shouted one of the teachers, a man in his mid-30s with well-groomed blonde hair.

"Hey there, yep that's me. Name's Nick Sullivan," Nick extended a hand and each teacher shook it in turn.

"Jordan Ryans, 9th grade English," said the blonde man in coveralls.

"Frank Hartwell, 10th grade geometry," said a man with salt and pepper man.

"Mark Reed, I teach German here," said the youngest of the group, a man who appeared to be in his mid-20s. "How are you liking the coveralls?"

Nick smiled as he looked at his uniform and then to the others dressed the same way, "Honestly, it's growing on me. Do we all really wear this all of the time?"

The others laughed before Mark piped up, "You are definitely new here! We do indeed wear our coveralls every day. It's been a town tradition for 5 years now."

Frank put his hand on Nick's shoulder, "You'll come to realize very soon that these uniforms are the best thing to happen to you. I remember this town before the dress code and we are so much more united as a community now."

"Not to mention the students are so much better behaved," added Jordan.

Nick hadn't considered that the male students would be in coveralls too. Nick usually wanted his students to be able to express themselves, but a part of him was eager to see how the uniform coveralls affected the school.

The group headed into the school and not long later, buses began to arrive. The male students marched off of the bus in perfect sync, each one wearing the same coveralls over a shirt and tie. A smile shined from each boy's face. As they walked by Nick, each one offered a wave and a warm: "Good morning, sir!"

"Good morning, boys. Looking sharp in those coveralls!" Nick said as the students marched by.

Nick was astounded. He was a brand new teacher and already the students knew to show respect. The uniform instantly marked them as part of the same community. Already Nick knew that he made the right decision to come to Unity Heights. He had only wished he could've lived here sooner.

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It's a good time to be a man! With the rise of the Overalls for All movement, more and more men are finding common purpose and community through their overalls. A man in overalls is a man who knows his place - as a defender of tradition and masculinity. The men you see here are fairly new to the movement. They just received their overalls and are already fast friends. Why is that? Because the uniform lets each man know he is valued and welcomed. As long as they conform to the group's values, each man has a place. As he puts on his overalls each day, he will be reminded that he is working to make the world a better place - one where traditional masculinity reigns supreme. There's no better time to join the movement and shape the future.

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Alec had to admit that when he first heard of the new campus rules, he hated them. The newly appointed Board of Directors shared the governor's vision of a reformed system of higher education that placed greater value on tradition. One of the first new policies was the dress code. For male students like Alec, he was required now to wear a collared shirt and pair of overalls. Overalls, according to guidance from the Governor's Office, remind men to work hard and honor traditional masculinity.

Alec would complain at first to his buddies. "Can you believe they got us all wearing these stupid overalls? What are we, farmers?" His friends would laugh it off, but the jokes became less and less frequent as the dress code was normalized. Alec even had his closet stocked with overalls of different colors and styles. Newer rules like the campus curfew and the ban on foul language were met with the same initial complaints until the new order became the new normal.

Nowadays, Alec liked the structure and order that the new Board had implemented. He felt proud to wear a uniform that represented the best of his nation's past. He felt more disciplined and focused now that more of his day was structured and controlled. He felt more connected than ever before to his peers. This unity and harmony was what the governor had wanted for the next generation of men. Alec was excited to see what the future had in store and what role he would play in shaping it.

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Doug really had to consider himself lucky. Despite of all of the changes happening across the country, he could always rely on his music. When the new dress codes were announced, he had to get rid of his t-shirts and skinny jeans and wear the required plaid shirt and overalls. It was an adjustment, but Doug still had his music. When he was arrested and forced to cut his shaggy hair and re-style it into an orderly haircut, Doug breathed a sigh of relief he could still play his guitar. And when the new Cultural Alignment policies came into place, Doug didn't mind throwing out all of his rock albums. He had the opportunity to use his musical talents to sing the praises of the regime.

Now Doug sits in his mandatory overalls, writing a new song worthy of his nation. With every note and every chord, Doug realized he was living in the best time in history, one where music could change the world just as the world had changed him.

Thomas watched with a measured level of contempt as the contingent of the local Youth Patriot League marched down main street. The daily march had become background noise amidst all of the changes enacted in the past year or so. Thomas held back a scoff as he stared at the proud determined faces of those marching, each one clad in the same blue coveralls he himself was wearing: the coveralls which has been made compulsory following the passage of the National Unity Act pushed through Congress last year.

A few other men clad in the uniform coveralls raised a salute to the marching Patriots.

"Hail Unity!" they shouted, some with a beaming smile, others with quiet resignation.

Thomas didn't know which he hated more. Those who had enthusiastically embraced the changes seemed braindead, completely unaware of how the new regime was systematically taking away their freedoms. But those who wanted to resist, yet made no effort, seemed to Thomas to be far more cowardly. They donned the coveralls before the law was even being enforced. They stood at the side of the street every day to show their "patriotism" as the parade went by. Thomas had spoken with many in private, and they all expressed their discomfort with Unity Act, yet here they were chanting "Hail Unity" like a drone.

Of course, Thomas could only resent them so much before he resented himself. After all, when the coveralls became compulsory, he buckled the first time he was caught in public out of uniform. He still remembers how the Unity Officer pressed him against a wall and demanded he put on his coveralls. How humiliated he was when he was made to change into coveralls in the middle of the street, without any further protest. Thomas wasn't ever the first to salute or recite the slogan "Hail Unity", yet he was too fearful not to reciprocate in front of others.

"Thomas!" he heard a voice call. Running up was an old classmate from college, Jerry. It took Thomas a second the recognize Jerry without his usual ensemble of metal band t-shirt and ripped black jeans- the uniform coveralls had a way of removing those personal touches.

"Long time no see man. Hail Unity!" Jerry threw up his hand in a salute. It was the first time Thomas heard him say those words, but the tone was the same as any "What's up?" or "Hey there!" he heard in the past.

"Jerry, dude, almost didn't recognize you," Thomas' voice faltered, knowing what was expected next. "Yeah, uh, hail Unity." How he wanted to kick himself.

"The uniform will do that to a guy! But it's so cool to see you in them. You haven't changed your profile pic on Instagram or anywhere to show yourself in them."

"I'm not using social media much these," Thomas replied, honestly. It was enough seeing and hearing everyone fall in line in person, he didn't need to see more of it online.

"You're missing out man. It's so cool to see every across the country coming together. Like, did you know the Youth Patriot League marches through towns across America at the same time as ours. What a way to come together!" Jerry's voice seemed almost rehearsed, like he heard those words somewhere else and knew the repeat them.

Thomas forced a smile, not eager to get into with an old friend, "Yeah, it's pretty cool we can come together." It took every ounce of effort to not roll his eyes at what he just said.

Jerry's eyes were quickly distracted back to the parade, "Oh look, it's the last squadron. Let's go show our support!"

"I'm fine from back here," Thomas started to protest, but Jerry took his by the arm. It would raise too much suspicious to struggle against him.

Jerry dragged Thomas to the edge of the street, where the last squadron had stopped. The Youth Patriot League was meant to represent the strength of the next generation of Americans, but all Thomas saw was weakness- brainwashed young men clad in uniform coveralls.

But Thomas was not better, he had to remind himself. He wore the same coveralls. He even said the same slogans and made the same salutes, even he if he hated it. Maybe all the others hated it too, but what difference did it make? As the crowds raised their arms in a salute, Thomas did his part. As the marchers made their call for the chant, Thomas' voice raised in solidarity with the others.

"Hail Unity! Hail Unity! Hail Unity!"

Thomas realized that there was no difference between enthusiastically conforming and reluctanly conforming. Either case made the same thing: not a coward, nor a dullard, but a proud patriot.

Sean had always wanted to be a journalist. As a kid, he loved the idea of getting the big scoop and telling the truth to the world. So when he landed the job as a reporter at his most respected paper after college, he was living the dream. His stories gained a lot of notoriety too, helping to uncover corruption in officials and make public exploitative practices of corporations. Sean was really making a difference.

Sean naturally then took an interest when the Re-Education Through Labor Act was passed. He had suspicions that the new program could be exploiting the young men it sought to improve. However, as Sean started investigating, the new regime caught wind of his questions. The Re-Education Through Labor Program was too important to let one journalist stop.

And thus Sean was accused of libel and slander against the regime as well as treason for trying to undermine the Program. But the regime offered Sean leniency. He could join the Program and work four years at a sewage plant. Wisely, Sean recognized the court's mercy and accepted.

It has been two years since then. Sean has forgotten what it is like to wear anything besides his mandatory coveralls. His dream of being a truth-teller has been quashed. He learned the hard way that the truth is not some objective fact, but what is best for people to hear. Of course, Sean wishes he could tell the real truth of the program The regime has showed him that truth of the Program is that it makes better men. Now, covered in muck and clad in coveralls, Sean is a better man. His mask may muzzle him from speaking much, but he wants to say that every man would be better this way.

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Ramon is at his first Overalls for All meet-up. He joined other patriotic and traditional men at a bonfire, where they all wore overalls. Ramon had never felt anything like it before. He had just met these men, but their shared uniform reflected their shared values: conformity, submission to authority, and traditional masculinity. He was a bib brother now- part of a new generation of men who was ready to bring back men of yesteryear. He stopped for a moment and thought of the man he used to be: alone, frustrated, directionless. All of that was different now. Overalls for All had given his life purpose. His overalls, which he swore to wear everyday, were proof of devotion to this new life. Ramon didn't want to rest until all men were in overalls, united in changing the world.

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These three men are proud conservatives who celebrated the passage of the Overalls for All Act. They first heard the news at the gym, where they were working out in their overalls. Jimmy on the left was the first to adopt overalls as his daily uniform. He quickly convinced Colin in the middle that bibs were the only clothes appropriate for a true man. Not too long after Kyle felt the pull of the overalls and joined the Overalls for All movement. Now with the new law, all men will be forced to wear overalls. Soon, traditional masculinity will be back in full force. Be like these proud men and join the Overalls for All movement today. All it takes is a pair of bibs and a willingness to obey.

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Josh just joined his campus' Overalls for All chapter. He had seen a lot of guys rocking overalls over the past couple weeks so he wanted to see what he was missing out on. And boy, was he glad to join!

He found a group of young men that valued brotherhood. He found a place where he belonged, yet still had a purpose and order. He loved wearing overalls now because it showed he stood by his brothers. The discipline that came with wearing a uniform carried over into other areas of his life. He studied harder and his grades improved. He worked out a lot more than before. He finally found time to go to church with his brothers in bibs.

Now Josh can't imagine life without his overalls. He dreams of a world where all men can commit to shared values. He wouldn't even mind if overalls were mandated by law. Josh had come to understood that community and discipline were so much more important than being unique. His overalls didn't make him stand out - they helped him fit in.

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Identity is a powerful thing. It is how we connect with the world. For many, forming one's own identity is a lifelong process. But for an increasing number of young men, identity is something worth giving up to serve a higher power. These two young men have recently pledged to wear these coveralls and masks, casting aside their individuality, to better serve their commit wholeheartedly. It may seem jarring to some that groups of men willingly use ID numbers and wear identical uniform coveralls, but it is becoming more widespread. All men seek identity and how much more powerful is it when your identity helps build a community.

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Louis loved the morning shifts on the work farm. The cool air and quiet gave him time to reflect. He had pushed back against the mandatory labor laws for so long, he couldn't believe how much he appreciated them now. He used to regard his overalls as a prisoner's uniform, marking him as an obedient servant of the state. But now his mind was clearer than ever before. He appreciated the routine that came with his daily labor. He cherished the bonds he had formed with his work brother. And above all he valued the change he saw in himself. He was so much less selfish than before. He worked day in and day out to produce food that feed his nation. Louis hd never felt that sense of purpose. Now, as he carried the tank through the fields, he loved feeling his bib on his chest and the straps over his shoulder. He was a man - a real man. One who worked an honest living and contributed to his country. It was truly the start of a new day.

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