man! I promise him a king’s wealth!”
The Free Citizens cheered, clapped their hands, stomped their feet, and cried out, “Freedom, freedom, freedom...!”
The second king to speak was the Great White King from the North and Northeast.
To the Free Citizens, he also proclaimed, “This Survivor is indeed a great man! I promise him a king’s castle!”
The Free Citizens cheered, clapped their hands, stomped their feet, and cried out, “Freedom, freedom, freedom...!”
The third king to speak was the Great White King from the South and Southeast. He was a bit more savvy than the other two. He approached the Free Citizens, then raised his hands towards the Survivor as if he were about to praise God.
And then he shouted, “Behold our Savior!”
And a roar, said to be heard around the world, went up from the Free Citizens. They clapped their hands and stomped their feet, and shook the stadium with such enthusiasm and tremendous force, it felt like the ground was going to open up and the walls were sure to come tumbling down.
“Freedom, freedom, freedom...!”
Everyone was caught up in the moment--the Pundits, the Wolfkeepers, the Soldiers, the Marksmen, the Merchants, the Oddsmakers, the Teetotalers, the Black Widows, and the Great White Kings, all cried out with the Free Citizens, “Freedom, freedom, freedom...!”
Even the Survivor, now the proclaimed Savior, still mad, still speaking in his gibberish tongue, attempted to cry out, “Freedom, freedom, freedom...!”
Though, his effort was more of a vain attempt to join in and not be fed to the wolves.
Of course, the only ones who were silent were the Mongrels. This was not their definition of freedom, nor would it ever be any freedom they would believe in. Yet, the kingdom was united, rejoicing together in one great white moment. And then the Great White King from the South and Southeast turned to a Marksman and with a simple nod ordered the Savior to be shot.
The Marksman aimed. A shot fired from his rifle. A round exploded into the head of the Savior, blowing out a chunk of skull and brain tissue. The Savior fell to the ground instantly, lying dead in the lake of blood and carnage with a permanent glaze in his eyes, a foreboding vision of the future when freedom is defined as throwing people to the wolves.
The Free Citizens were shocked and sobered by this assassination. The Pundits were speechless. The Mongrels saw it coming. Everyone was quiet. Even the Great White King of the West and Midwest, and the Great White King of the North and Northeast turned to the Great White Ruler of the South and Southeast for an explanation. And he had one. He stepped forward, not just to address all those present at this great event, but to address the entire Great White Kingdom.
He said, “This great man, our Savior, is a son of God. He is the king of kings, sent to us to be tortured and put to his death by commandment of God, so that we may be cleansed of all our sins--sins against God, sins against ourselves--granting us passage into the great white kingdom in the Heavens, and granting us what we cherish most here in this great white kingdom on Earth. This blood sacrifice was for...”
He paused for a moment to make his point more compelling.
Then cried out...“Freedom...!”
And it was said that the voice of the Great White King from the South and Southeast carried to every ear in the Great White Kingdom. And once more the crowd sent up a roar to be heard around the world.
They clapped their hands and stomped their feet and cried, “Freedom, freedom, freedom...!”
And the Free Citizens felt a great euphoria come over them, touched and filled with a spirit, they swore was holy. They wept from the euphoria. Father hugged son. Mother hugged daughter. Husband hugged wife. This was the great white dream come true. Their cup runneth over with blood. The Great White King from the West and Midwest, and the Great White King from the North and Northeast bowed to their Great White Colleague from the South and Southeast for his great white wisdom--it was more cost efficient to bury and immortalize the Savior than to make good on a king’s promise of a king’s wealth and a king’s castle.
The Great Event proved to be an overwhelming victory for the Great White Kings. Even the Pundits were impressed, commenting, never before had they witnessed such an extreme display of inspiration. They also commented, the kingdom was now united...the dastardly Liberalism of the Mongrels that threatened freedom everywhere was crushed and silenced.
The only consolation for the Mongrels was a wink from their Mistresses. And that turned out to be tragic and damaging, supplying the Hackers with enough goat for the character carving.
The Hackers were these unofficial spies for the Great White Kings, who monitored the movements and conversations of the Free Citizens, whom they deemed a menace to the Great White Kingdom. This translated into the political opposition--anyone associated with the Mongrel Liberalism. And though there was plenty of goat on supply even for the Great White Kings, who also indulged in their intimate miscalculations and misfortunes, the blade was always less sharp for their character carving.
However, when their nation needed them most to rebound with strength and unity, the Mongrels were weak and fractured. And they were the last hope.
Because while one in one thousand was perfectly acceptable to the Free Citizens, in the short time afterward with this Conservatism of the Great White Kings firmly in place, unchecked with complete power, formed from complete deregulation, and the Teetotalers and Black Widows having their way with the nation, injecting their venom, fostering a food shortage and hosting an array of other catastrophic calamities, one in one thousand quickly escalated to two in two thousand. Two in two thousand quickly escalated to four in four thousand. Four in four thousand quickly escalated to eight in eight thousand. Eight in eight thousand quickly escalated to sixteen in sixteen thousand. Sixteen in sixteen thousand quickly escalated to thirty-two in thirty-two thousand. Thirty-two in thirty-two thousand quickly escalated to sixty-four in sixty-four thousand. Sixty-four in sixty-four thousand quickly escalated to one hundred twenty-eight in one hundred twenty-eight thousand. One hundred twenty-eight in one hundred twenty-eight thousand quickly escalated to two hundred fifty-six in two hundred fifty-six thousand. Two hundred fifty-six in two hundred fifty-six thousand quickly escalated to five hundred twelve in five hundred twelve thousand. Five hundred twelve in five hundred twelve thousand quickly escalated to one thousand twenty-four in one million twenty-four thousand.
The dizzying despair and disparity continued to multiply. The Fuel Merchants and the Upper One Percent cracked the economy of the Great White Kingdom. The blow was so severe, it was beyond repair. It was a simple problem. Simple as one plus one equals two. However, no one was ever brave enough to do the math. The politics always compromised the nation. And this was the single greatest sin of the Mongrels, compromising at a time when there should be no compromise.
And despite the military prowess, this Great White Kingdom ruled by these Great White Kings, was swarmed over and occupied by Surrounding Enemies and Hostile Parties. And they collected the debt owed, unmercifully.
The Free Citizens were fed to the wolves. The Fuel Merchants and Upper One Percent were fed to the wolves. All Merchants--including the Health Merchants, Mortgage and Loan Merchants, Money Merchants, Money Insurers, Utility Merchants, the Merchants who sponsored the Network Broadcasts, and the Networks, themselves, were fed to the wolves. The Oddsmakers were fed to the wolves. The Pundits of any sort, conservative or otherwise, were fed to the wolves. Their Lawyers and Agents were fed to the wolves. The Provincial Governors were fed to the wolves. The Labor Ranks--Organized or Independent--were fed to the wolves. Educators were fed to the wolves. Fire & Rescue were fed to the wolves. The Local Coppers were fed to the wolves. The Studious Band of Strikers were fed to the wolves. Neighbors from South of the Border were fed to the wolves. Physicians were fed to the wolves. The Fabulous Violinist and other memb
ers of the String Quartet were fed to the wolves. The Hackers were fed to the wolves. The Wolfkeepers, Marksmen, Police and Soldiers were fed to the wolves. The Hound Dogs were fed to the wolves. The Patrons were fed to the wolves. The Teetotalers and Black Widows were fed to the wolves. The Mongrels and their Mistresses were fed to the wolves. And last, but not at all at least, the Great White Kings were fed to the wolves, slow and savory, cleaned to the bone.
Once again, ironically, every man, woman and child in the entire Great White Kingdom was chosen for the feast. Turns out, holocausts are not so amusing, not so entertaining. Turns out, they are quite an unpleasant spectacle--the cost, exorbitant--a human and economic genocide. Turns out all malice spawns from ignorance. And all ignorance spawns from hatred. And all hatred spawns from fear, or hunger, or a particularly higher opinion one has of oneself. Turns out throughout the ages all these things are always very, very bad. For all things are remedied with sanity, not insanity. The bigotry and murder only spreads. The same as it spread throughout this Great White Kingdom. No one was spared. No one was of sound enough mind to correctly comprehend, a Savior challenges the greed of the merchants, not throws in with the disreputable lot.
For fear of a brave
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