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The Five Dollar Disaster |
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I received divine guidance while writing this story. Oh wait, not divine guidance, depraved guidance. It was actually a story I wrote about twenty years ago for a character called the Mind Butcher. He was one of those guys who thinks everything said is an argument, a mental fight to the finish. The only trick here was, how do you make squashing a little old lady's hand a warmhearted tale? This is a story about America really. I'm not professing to take any sides in our current attempts at an altercation with a certain middle eastern country, but the story is a parallel to what could happen. I mean, it's the American way. We see what we call an injustice going on in the world and we go beat the shit out of people for it, right? Warmheart sees what he thinks is an injustice. The old lady is stealing that money; taking that money from someone's hungry mouth. So he beats the shit out of her, thinking that the mob (the world) should be on his side. Instead they beat the shit out of him!
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