Wednesday, February 18, 2009

No Flowers For Harry


Life was good in the Village Of Living Well - until the Troublemaker showed up. This malcontent prophesied doom and disaster, he told them that what holds true for today would not hold true for them tomorrow. He preached for a time of sackcloths and ashes to cleanse themselves and thus preserve their village. The villagers were aghast.

"This man poisons the well of our waters!" fumed the Mayor. "He seeks to undermine us with well-spoken words of deception and keep us from the good life we deserve. We cannot let one such as this live among us, for even if just one goes astray, it affects us all. A community is only as strong as its weakest link. And I say we must remedy this matter at all costs."

The words of the Mayor were widely hailed and deemed most wise - even becoming an Editor's Pick in the local paper. But a Logician - the last of his kind since the village had advanced beyond the need for logic - spoke and asked of the Mayor:

"If what the so-called troublemaker says is true, then is it not you, dear Mr. Mayor, who has gone astray and undermines us with well-spoken words of deception? Would it not then be you who keeps us from the good life and whom we must remedy?"

"OK, fucker!" screamed the Mayor. "We'll crucify your goddam ass along with that Jesus guy!"

And on that day both logic and the village savior were murdered.

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Life was deemed good in the Village Of The Holy System - except for the One. Because there's always one, isn't there? The misfit, the loser, the weirdo - the one who does not count. And because he did not count, words of woe were thrown upon him.

"Hey loser!" taunted the holy Mayor. "Sucks to be you! Why can't you just get with the program? We're tired of hearing your whining. Life is good for everyone here but you. Doesn't that tell you something? Don't you think you're in need of some self-evaluation? Don't you think it's time for you to grow up and change? It's not our job to fix you! That's your job!"

The words of the Mayor were widely hailed and deemed most wise - even becoming an Editor's Pick in the local paper. But a Humanist - the last of his kind since the village had advanced beyond the need to be human - spoke and asked of the Mayor:

"Did you not also say "for even if just one goes astray, it affects us all"? If so, then is it not our duty to help instead of condemn? And should we not then examine our system since it should be the job of the system to serve its people and not the other way around, for then it becomes destructive?"

The myopic Mayor laughed, then pointed to the loveliness of the village. "What destruction? I see no destruction, only beauty!"

But that did not change the needs of the One, who did need to be seen, and in the middle of night, he poisoned the well, bringing destruction to all. The dying Mayor was bitter as he spat at the One. "We should have never let you live!"

"No," corrected the One, "you should have let me live, instead of just caring about what works for you."

"But we were so close...so close to perfection...just one away."

But there's always one.

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I don't know what to do, whether I'm Jesus or Judas, there's no flowers for Harry.

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"What you do unto the least of you, you do unto me."
-Jesus Christ, the alleged naive, out-of-touch, unpragmatic, blind, self-serving, unworldy, lying fraud

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Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
Well just pass him there
Why should we even care?

He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind

Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold

Now the time is here
For iron man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved

Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge

Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron man lives again!

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