Saturday, October 15th, 1:35 P.M.
We're a week away from the shipment that will take me
to Trebyer, and hopefully Amcan after that.
In preparation for that trip, several of my fellow workers and me were
tasked with rounding up all the wooden crates that are used to haul the
harvest. This ended up being quite a
chore as these crates as these crates
were scattered all throughout the farm and were being used to hold tools, water
bottles, clothes, cleansers, electronics, rags, books, trash, shoes, and other
assorted bullshit. We had to find the
crates, dump out the contents of the crates, then tell the people who owned the
contents of the crates that we had dumped out their things, all while hoping
that no one reacts violently.
As my fellow workers and I went around gathering
crates, we listened to the radio. At
first we listened to a radio station that was covering the Restoration Of The
Truth Rally, which I was actively avoiding.
The only reason I was at the farm was that I didn't want to go downtown
and run right into the rally. So, I
asked one of the guys to change the station, which he did. Unfortunately, he changed it to the pop
station, which at the time was playing one of the songs I heard when the
solitary opfer woman was murdered. I
could hardly stand to hear that song. I
don't think I'll ever disassociate that song with that murder. I asked the guy who changed that station to
turn it back, playing it off as me not liking pop music.
The rally started with some musical acts, pundits,
politicians, and other people I could give a rat's ass about. A grand speech to be delivered by Spiker
Sullivan was to serve as the culmination, the climax, the main event. As if all the t-shirts, banners, signs,
chants, and declaration adoration didn't feed Spiker's ego enough, he had to be
the star of the rally that he created.
When the time came for Spiker to speak, this is what he said.
"Hello, my friends." There was a long pause while the applause
from the crowd swelled then went back down.
"First of all, I need to thank the people at Sly 7 and Untitled
Corporation for helping put this thing together. Before I begin, I feel I must address
something. Something that the
detractors, the deceivers, have been beating their drum about lately. These deceivers lashed out at me over what
they wrongly called an infomercial, in particular they focused on one word that
was used in that message.
Freton." Another pause for
the swelling applause to die down.
"Allow me to teach you something about that word.
"Freton is an old Dolorian word, first used by
those who settled this country, as a way to describe someone who is willfully
ignorant to the point you mistake their ignorance for stupidity. At first the people who settled Dolore used
freton sparingly, but as they encountered more and more people, the word freton
started getting used more and more.
"Eventually the word freton became to be
closely associated with the people who call themselves opfers. This association wasn't an insult, it was a
statement of fact. Opfers, as a group,
became so unbelievably ignorant, that it angered the people who settled this
country, who the opfers insisted on calling verbrechers. The opfers angered the verbrechers, so the
verbrechers insisted on calling the opfers fretons, which angered them. Not the most ideal of circumstances, but it
is what it is." A pause while the
crowd lightly chattered amongst themselves.
"My friends, what I just engaged in is
something that needs to be done more in our good, righteous, pure, patriotic
society. I, and the others before me who
spoke from this stage, are actively engaging in this thing, but we need
more. We need more people engaging in
this thing. We need you, the good,
faithful people in the crowd today and listening in other locations, we need
you all to start teaching. We need you
all to start teaching the truth. The truth. The one truth. The only truth. The truth that is, was, and forever shall be
the truth, despite the lies the deceivers claim with their biased view of
history." A long pause while a
large cheer erupted from the audience in response to that line.
"My friends, we need to teach the truth about
the work of the Lord, the one and only son of God. We need to teach about the laws set forth by
the Lord, the one and only son of God.
We also need to teach of the consequences of not following the words,
the works, and the laws that reflect the one and only truth given to us by the
Lord, the one and only son of God."
A short pause while the cheers of the crowd reaches a crescendo. "And what better way to teach these
people, these fretons, the consequences of living in a way that runs in
conflict with the truth from the Lord, the one and only son of God, than to
bring those consequences to their doorsteps.
We need to teach consequences by being the people who meter out justice
and bring those consequences down upon those fretons. We need to become the boot of the Lord, the
one and only son of God. We need to
become the fist of the Lord, the one and only son of God. We need to become the sword of the Lord, the
one and only son of God." The
cheers of the crowd swelled to a fervor.
"My friends, we need to wipe the world of the fretons, and we need
to start doing so today."
Oh shit.
Hato Shurtleff
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