He thought his life had been a waste. He once had a calling for politics - or so he thought. That was until he discovered that politics was about simple and hallow appearances. Academia's vanity and petty squabbling frustrated and confounded his nobler sensibilities. Where was the decorum? Where was this supposed treasured search for knowledge, path to enlightenment? Hence, he departed the academy before even entering it, in search of the world. What he found was the 'real world' - or so it was called. Even then, he discovered that the reality they trumpeted was simply a story - a simple and naive one at that - used as a cudgel to beat 'dreamers' into line. It was the fertile source of modern guilt, he thought. The only world that mattered was the world of facts and figures, of dollars and cents. Facts - fictional, manipulated, and apparent mistruths - were the end all and be all.
Those are the facts, jack. Well, they were not.
Profits were reported, as losses continued to mount.
"The Devil is on the blue dress."Condemn and impeach. Demagogues lie in wait, vitriolic rhetoric in tow.
Vote and die. 48%, the winner ain't legit. Courts confirm, the opponent concedes, and morality rejoices.
Buildings fall; the fortress crumbles. Assert the will...to freedom? To liberty? To avenge? For democracy? For revenge? For dominion?
"There is definite proof of weapons of mass destruction."- - -"We promised no such thing."
"New Orleans is sinking, but we got a war to win."
More brown than white? "Lock up the fence, shoot to kill."
Homoeroticism? Only in the army barrack, not in matrimony.
"Constitution ain't no thing. God is our king."
When there was no line between fact and fiction, when one displaced the other, and when truth was only as good and valid as the profits they derive, he wondered whether if everything was permitted. And if it was, was he a sap not to pick up the cat-o-nines to inflict rather than sit back and take it? If that really was the choice, he thought, then all had already been lost.
