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Genocide: A play in one act of political horror
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by Don Nash, Unknown News
Nov. 20, 2006
(scene, the Oval Office)
A soliloquy:
Now comes the winter of personal discontent. There's not much time left for murder. Who would dare to hold me to account? There should be none that could think a thing so pretentious. Would olive branches clutched in the feet of doves hit the ground any harder? Harder than, say, laser guided munitions?
Not on your life. Not on the lives of the dead. How could it matter to those already dead? It doesn't and
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I don't care, so who cares? How dare they question my motives.
I am born to privilege. Does the rabble not see that? Does the rabble not feel that? They should be grateful to die for me.
I am born to privilege, therefore I am entitled to kill.
Killing would seem such a complex thing, yet killing is the cause for my effect. I should have a vision. The rabble would always give their consent, for the killing is consequence of vision. The killing is consequence of shock and awe. That was an awesome display.
At my command. At my command! I can kill by command. I order and they obey. They kill on my command. Now, that is a vision.
I am born to privilege and what a privilege it is. On my command people die. Rich and stately, the poor and destitute, the unworthy to even take breath. I am born to privilege and that is immensely satisfying. Murder by my command and that is the nation's privilege.
What life through yonder window I can't break? Or detain then torture with impunity? Torture is so much ado about nothing.
Why would the rabble care whom I torture? They don't you know, the rabble. They could care less about whom I torture.
The media doesn't care either, so what is the fuss? Muslims no less. Why would anyone care about Muslims? They're not like me. They're not like anyone I know. Who should care if I detain them or torture them or even kill them, with impunity no less?
I am born to privilege and I'm privileged to detain, torture, and kill Muslims. That is personally satisfying and a nation is satisfied by what I do. I know they must be satisfied. Why wouldn't they be satisfied? I'm keeping them safe. They, the rabble. The great American unwashed.
Isn't it better that I order the great unwashed to kill by my command? That is what they're for. My bidding. My commanding. My personal satisfaction.
It's good to be king of my own little nation. A little nation of drooling, unwashed fools. They are so compliant. So naïve. So willing to please me. They all do as I command. Now, that is personally satisfying.
I am of privilege and the American unwashed are privileged to do as I command. I am the commander in chief. I am the chief commander. I could command the death of my father. Not a bad idea, come to think about it. I hate him! I hate them all. I hate the unwashed and I hate the Muslims. The damn Muslims would mess up all that I would vision.
God put this all at my command. All of it. God must think me pretty special. I am of privilege, after all. I hold the power of life and death. Life over death. I command death and isn't that just like God? It is.
I can hold death over life and the great American unwashed don't think a thing about it. I am special. I am so much like God. I am a god on earth. I am God on earth!
I can detain, torture, kill, and that's by my command. I can move armies and navies and an air force and I can command them to kill on my say-so. I can fashion the face of the entire earth. By my command I can move any mountain.
What then is life? What then is death? What then is a thing so pitiful as torture or detention? Because I can say so and I do say so, I am the leader of the free world.
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I can detain, torture, kill, and that's by my command.
I can move armies and navies and an air force and I can command them to kill on my say-so.
I can fashion the face of the entire earth.
By my command I can move any mountain.
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I am the leader of the entire world and who is there to stop me? The great American unwashed? Don't make me laugh.
I can have any that would doubt me detained, tortured, and put to death or worse. I am born to privilege and I am privileged to do as I please. Even death itself fears me. It's good to be God.
(fade to foreboding black)
The End?
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