The theater of politics has become a death sport of nations! The graveyard of empires the true organization of which only a secret few within it understand. Something that chills the heart so terribly that many dare not stare its progress in the face lest they be turned to stone as a consequence of seeing a view world that is so horrific as to destroy any hope of a happy bountiful future as their only perpetual friend, the media spins it on behalf of their all so fragile illusions. Much like members of a native American tribe the members of the cult of free thinking Liberal minds refuse to despoil a graveyard travois elevated many stories up in the heady atmosphere of corporate hegemony. The pyramidal world of contract supervening contract piled higher vertically than any power seeking Nimrod of old could have imagined in his wildest expectations. The conglomerates building their edifices upon the foundation of bitumen as of old. The language of success fragmented into ever multiplying codes and offshoots decipherable only in technically adept foreign tongues. The designated Esther of the age facing off with the arrogant independence of a billionaire Haman who she was scheduled from above to by any means possible beat so as to save God’s chosen people from falling from the heights of control. Their best plans set for the destruction of everything reflecting White in the kingdom busily ‘Shushan’ all hint of its imminence from possible detection by the otherwise grateful ignorance of a sleeping beauty foe ever wishing for the return of those old unreasonable myths of an alternate Eden.
But . . . ? As fate would have it along the way the at the base of those now recently extincted lofty pillars, this Esther fell and left her shoe. And then was magically reborn from misery of her all too public collapse. Despite squelched reports abruptly broadcast but nipped in the bud announcing her final passing. Her newly appeared Shiphrah matched perfectly in kind to that unexpectedly failed Puah. Brought down from the clandestine heights of her own offspring’s sheltering refuge, magically renewed in plain sight! An artful miracle wrought within mere hours to be shown now fit with vim despite a joyful sharing of her sudden resurrection from the ravages of pneumonia with a readily available pre-adolescent girl child. The ready hemoglobin of a first born virgin male lamb, as lawfully proscribed, unavailable for sprinkling before those unleavened crackers behind the readied cameras.Will miracles like these in our wondrous age never cease? The sheep still timidly corralled in the darkness of their own home auditoriums out there soothed and ripe for the eventuality of their own coming slaughter. All of them un-stirring safely gathered together in harmony with this awesome illusion. Ready to peacefully accept the coming immigrant Halal as due due sacrifice for the crime of unthinkingly considering themselves privileged above all other tribes. Caught by the ‘net’ of their own daily hubris to celebrate the belief of an innate ability to outperform any other. And daring to release themselves from endless fealty to a victim cult wrought by the ‘treasured possessions’ of the exclusive rival exalted deity whose name even today remains permanently off limits to any other earthly spoken tongue other than that of its own artful creators in Hollywood.