Guns God and Greed

Guns, God and Greed: Excerpt

“Is that legal?” the Leader asked.

“Legal?!” the assistant answered, looking surprised. Surprised that the Leader was asking a question rather than bleating out his “facts”. He was also surprised at the naivete of the question.

“Law is for those who can’t afford anything else. And besides, we make law. We interpret law. Do you think that having automatic weapons available to every half-wit dumbass in this country ought to be legal?

The Leader had a grim look on his face.

“NO!” the assistant answered, “No fucking way! But they are and that’s the law.”

Now he was on a roll.

“Law is a useful weapon, though. It’s a gun that can be pointed at our enemies.

The advisor interjected, “There you go again with your useless analogies…”

“Metaphors” the assistant corrected.

The advisor shook his head in disgust and smiled at the now sulking Leader. He was confused into silence. He didn’t like feeling stupid. He would have to make someone else’s life a little worse, a little more miserable. That was his gun.

Guns, God, and Greed Excerpt:

The whole thing had become so corrupt that it no longer mattered. The public was no long flabbergasted at the blatant autocracy that had, for the past fifty years, defined the government. They had heard all the phrases and terms: the “revolving door”, the lobbyists, “money in politics”, graft, greed. Nothing was new.

And so when the Leader, a gruff narcissist, bloated from a continuous silver-spoon in his mouth, was put into place and his “administration” was “chosen” there were some that turned in disgust and protested. But they were few and they were tired. And those that reveled in his selfishness and longed for revenge from spite and desperation, and the desire for revenge for invisible enemies, cheered him on.

It was not so much a dismantling of the government as much as it was a natural step in a chain of events started long ago, even before the modern equivalent of Cicero in the eighties. So many philosophers had written about justice and freedom but so few had ever read them. And now those concepts were being twisted and contorted and no one knew the difference.

The Advisor and the New Politic

“This shit doesn’t matter.  It’s a game but it’s a game that we have to win.  Don’t make the mistake of thinking that religion just pumps out stupidity.  Yes!  The masses are stupidly religious, but they don’t matter.  They don’t have any say.  They, and always remember this, don’t have money.  They’ll do what these, who are these…”

“The FOF.”  The Leader answered, “They love me.  I know they do.  They love me almost as much as their god.”

“Yea, OK…the FOF.” The advisor interrupted.

He went on.

“It matters what they believe because what they believe will create and shape what we say and how we do what we will do.  Our fates, not just theirs, are determined by them and not us.  We’ll speak but we will have to believe what we say.  This is imperative.  We have to be dogmatic because otherwise they’ll start thinking for themselves.  Remember, we’re talking about a bunch of morons.  These people only matter because they matter to us.

Don’t think of this as being false.  Think of it as being necessary.  We have to test, test the limits if there are even any.  It’s important to realize that we live in a perpetual situation between conversation and violence.  We have to make sure that the conversation is about violence.  Remember, there are only three things that the public understands: guns, god, and greed.  And we have to represent all three.  Otherwise, well we all know the ‘otherwise’.”