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New Model Soldier

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The street preacher lifted his voice to the heavens, but it wouldn't reach. The best he could do was the edge of the sidewalk on the other side of the road.

"Look at this!" he shouted. "The abandoned package -- the symbolic weapon of the New Model Warrior." He pointed at the backpack against the wall of the nearest building.

"We've come a long way from braining your brother with a rock because God likes him better, haven't we?

"The first excuse ever for the first murder: My brother's sacrifice was more acceptable in the eyes of The Lord. God blessed him instead of me. Jealousy of God's blessing and God's favorable attention!

"God Himself inspired the first murder. Is it any wonder that every war since has been holy? Every side thinks God is on their side -- and they're right!

"And look at the progression of weapons. I kill you with a rock and my hands. I kill you with a sharpened blade at arm's length. I kill you with a pistol so far away I can't see your face. I kill you with a missile, on the other side of the planet.

"And then landmines and booby traps and -- and now this: I leave death here, innocently, on the sidewalk. Let God Himself determine, through His mighty wisdom, who He wants to be walking by. He no longer has to choose just soldiers. He may choose anyone! And, in His infinite wisdom and mercy, may He choose only the guilty, our enemies!

"I create death and leave it like a dog drops a turd on the sidewalk. I kill no one! I have no way of determining who will live and who will die! It is all God's will!

"The New Model Soldier is the lightning! He is a tornado! He is the weather! He is an Act of God!"

The preacher lowered his head and spoke the next words quietly.

"And we all know it is God's will that those He has blessed die under a bloody stone in the hands of the less favored brother."

He hit the call button on his disposable pre-paid convenience-store cell phone. But the backpack failed to detonate.

Somewhere else, however, another bomb blew up. Like they always do.


Posted by Laszlo Q. V. St-J. Xalieri

21st Sep 2008, 00:09   | tags:


jc1000000 says:


Quite strange actually how all the google ads are public service announcements on this story. Probably a good thing on reflection!

23rd Sep 2008, 13:49

I love watching how the Google machine tries to cope with our fiction here. And yes, it is tremendously uplifting to see that the stuff that's showing up in these ads aren't for fearmongering products and services: insurance, intrusion detection, surveillance systems, survival kits, etc. -- at least until this comment gets processed. :/

I've avoided writing anything on this particular topic for quite some time because, well, no one wants to have his or her face rubbed in how much the world sucks and how deep the roots of the suckage go into the incomprehensible things we tell ourselves we must believe are true.

And then there comes the point where you can't hold it in any longer. And then there's all the sweating about being so offensive or indelicate or unfair that the people who you want to get the message won't read it.

Sometimes a well measured dope slap is easier. I wish my arms were longer.


23rd Sep 2008, 14:14

Dhamaka says:

I think it's great
and your arms are long enough - and growing daily

15th Dec 2008, 19:28