Boys and girls, how about a story for Thursday?
Once upon a time there was a brutal military general who seized control of a backward little country, becoming The Dictator. Why he wanted to control a cesspool remains a mystery. In an effort to appease Strong External Forces, he labeled himself President, but only he used that term without laughing.
For years The Dictator ruled with an iron fist. His rule was defined by two imperatives: 1) develop weapons of mass destruction, and 2) fight a Dark Age Cult determined to keep the country in a nightmare of oppression worse even than The Dictator's rule. The Dictator was successful with Item No. 1, introducing nuclear weapons to a very unstable part of The World. Item No. 2 is less clear.
Unbeknownst to The People, The Dictator and the Dark Age Cult were working together in a power sharing deal. The Dictator would make occasional forays into Cult territory to appease the Strong External Forces, while the Cult had a free hand to oppress and murder people in territories they controlled.
One day a Champion of Freedom came along and tried to liberate The People from The Dictator and the Dark Age Cult. The Champion's efforts were rewarded with a heinous assassination. After the murder, The Dictator and the Dark Age Cult each hoped The World would point fingers at the other.
The Strong External Forces issued weak condemnations of the assassination, and then continued doing what they're best at -- nothing. Hopefuls for the throne of the Strong External Forces wasted no time seizing the opportunity to gain much needed publicity for themselves.
Regular working folks anxiously waited for the Socialist Press to blame the assassination of the Champion of Freedom on Bush or Climate Change, or both.
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