OSAKA, Japan
9 February, 2015
That night was a terribly sad one: the vengeful crowd, in a murderous frenzy,ran amok through the village brandishing swords, stones, pitchforks, and blazing torches, chasing the maligned, yet misunderstood so-called "monster" through the cobblestone streets.
Out of the town he sped, as fast as he could run. Fleet of foot, the din and clamor of his pursuers grew steadily as he neared the edge of town. There, just ahead of him, in a nearby farmer's field, was a huge windmill. In desperation, he ran toward it, mounted a ladder, and headed up the tower. A twisted grimace of sheer terror contorted his hideous face, as up, up, and ever-more upward the ladder he climbed, toward the imagined safety of the mill's lofty shelter.
Out of the town he sped, as fast as he could run. Fleet of foot, the din and clamor of his pursuers grew steadily as he neared the edge of town. There, just ahead of him, in a nearby farmer's field, was a huge windmill. In desperation, he ran toward it, mounted a ladder, and headed up the tower. A twisted grimace of sheer terror contorted his hideous face, as up, up, and ever-more upward the ladder he climbed, toward the imagined safety of the mill's lofty shelter.
"BURN HIM! BURN HIM!" came the hysterical cries of that dark mass of men. Justice would be done ... at all costs!
The sky then flickered with the glow of hundreds of flaming torches hurling through the air in ember-lined arcs, most of which came to rest at the base of the ancient, wooden structure.
Soon enough, the old mill began to burn, and as it did, the fright of the monster
increased, and his cries grew more plaintive as the flames rose ever higher.
Finally, the blades of the mill themselves caught fire, and then slowly,
eerily, they began to turn.
Soon enough, the old mill began to burn, and as it did, the fright of the monster
increased, and his cries grew more plaintive as the flames rose ever higher.
Finally, the blades of the mill themselves caught fire, and then slowly,
eerily, they began to turn.
The creature's silhouette could be seen atop the blazing structure, making a few last,
feeble gestures of defiance.
The ugly mob below began to shout and cheer the imminent death of the different one -
and no one realized that the real monster afoot that night was none other than
themselves – the mob!
Only one lone voice cried out:"Let he who be free of sin cast the first stone!"
His voice went unheeded.
But now it was too late: the base of the mill began to crumble, and the tower shifted
and tilted slightly, creaking as it did so. A shower of sparks suddenly rose skyward.
The creature let out one final scream of pain and sadness, and toppled headlong into
the blazing embers. Soon enough the burning body crashed through the fire and onto the
ground. The crowd closed in on the now-smoldering corpse, and one villager boldly ran
forward and up to the creature - and plunged the tines of a pitchfork into the creature's
lifeless body. The men cheered, as if they were victorious. No one among them wept for
the monster.
It was over - at least for now.
There would be more, for there are always different ones among us that MUST be
eradicated, but at least for today, the villagers' blood-lust had been satiated.
Tomorrow would be another day...
feeble gestures of defiance.
The ugly mob below began to shout and cheer the imminent death of the different one -
and no one realized that the real monster afoot that night was none other than
themselves – the mob!
Only one lone voice cried out:"Let he who be free of sin cast the first stone!"
His voice went unheeded.
But now it was too late: the base of the mill began to crumble, and the tower shifted
and tilted slightly, creaking as it did so. A shower of sparks suddenly rose skyward.
The creature let out one final scream of pain and sadness, and toppled headlong into
the blazing embers. Soon enough the burning body crashed through the fire and onto the
ground. The crowd closed in on the now-smoldering corpse, and one villager boldly ran
forward and up to the creature - and plunged the tines of a pitchfork into the creature's
lifeless body. The men cheered, as if they were victorious. No one among them wept for
the monster.
It was over - at least for now.
There would be more, for there are always different ones among us that MUST be
eradicated, but at least for today, the villagers' blood-lust had been satiated.
Tomorrow would be another day...
....AND THE MILL STILL BURNS!!!!
From Jesus Christ to Brainy Smurf, and all others in between, the TYRANNY of the majority brings
BULLYING into an accepted mainstream activity.When someone looks, acts, talks, or THINKS
differently than those around him, that person is ridiculed, shunned, shamed, cursed, beaten, flogged, burned --- and worse.
This is due to fear. They FEAR the odd, the singular, the different - those different from
themselves; they fear, because they themselves fear that they just might be wrong. .
TV BRAINWASHING: Once again Brainy Smurf gets kicked for being a know-it-all --- even though, by everyone's admission, he was highly intelligent.
Note: other Smurfs got away regularly with naughty pranks.
- EVEN "VANITY SMURF" was OK.... Just not being a "smartie."
Note: other Smurfs got away regularly with naughty pranks.
- EVEN "VANITY SMURF" was OK.... Just not being a "smartie."
Individual bullying is decried, but INSTITUTIONAL bullying goes on unchecked,
with no-one to condemn it. As long as EVERYONE does it, it's OK.
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