Ye Olde Scribe Presents: The Perpetual Prisoner… a Very Short Story
The prisoner was tortured, tormented, and even decided to stay in jail to be with his men… even though he was given the option to leave by his captors. Was that just an excuse? Was he: like too many prisoners of war, beginning to feel sympathy for his captors? Once upon a time Scribe would have questioned that suggestion, but as of late it seems like maybe the prisoner has been where he is now in life before.
Eventually he left that prison, though it never left him. Eventually he felt the anger, the horror of what had happened to him. He worked his way up to a very important position in society so maybe he might speak for those who had been brutalized like himself.
An evil cabal started their own campaign against the prisoner. They lied about him. They convinced millions that he had cracked under the pressure when he was but a captive. They made sure the bigots, the ignorant, the gullible hated him for a child that was not his; a child he had shown mercy and compassion towards… for to the cabal copmpassion was viewed as weakness: never to be rewarded. They slapped him around again, and again, and again, and again. They beat him down. They humilated him. They thrashed him with their words much like a master whips a slave who dares to show even a smidgen of independence.
If one reads 1984, one understands that Big Brother’s goal is to make sure you become like a robot unto the cause, and that you’re willing to have others tormented as you have been. Then they let you loose: a weapon no longer able to slightly understand that those who you have finally set you “free” are the true enemy: the evil beyond comprehension that must be eliminated. Instead, you become much like the planes that flew into the towers, the bombs that dropped on Hiroshima… just a machine willing to do the master’s bidding.
Thus began the 2008 candidacy of John McCain.
May God, the Great Pumpkin, or whatever; whomever you worship… or not… have mercy on us.