Truth is the Enemy of Ignorance (RR)

“THE LIGHT OF DAY”

by OPOVV, ©2017

Kim Jong-Un is the youngest son and was became the dictator of North Korea following his father’s death on December 17, 2011

(Apr. 16, 2017) — “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to ‘Pulse of the Nation,’ the ever-popular television show that tries to make sense out of a seemingly senseless world. Hello, I’m Mr. Roving Reporter and will be your host. Our method of operation is to ask a quick question to unsuspecting people as they hurry to catch the next train to the big city, which is why we like to hang out under the awning on the corner across from the railroad station. Excuse me, Miss, care to answer a question for our television audience?”

“Sure; go ahead.”

“Very well: what about North Korea?”

“The leader is bonkers, if you ask me. He’s going to get a lot of people killed, and for what? What’s his point? Why all the saber-rattling in the first place? We give them grain and send them doctors to help cleft-lipped children, so what’s his problem?”

“His problem is that he’s lost his marbles, that is, if he ever had any in the first place. He’s not playing with a full deck and he’s got a big army and lots of stuff that could very well kill a lot of people in South Korea and Japan, plus some of our troops who are on the DMZ as sitting ducks. I agree with you: send in a couple of Tomahawk cruise missiles and just take him out. Send an emissary in as the first diplomatic moves to open the North to reunification with the South, and if China doesn’t like that scenario, too bad.”

“I agree and that’s my train. Bye.”

“Goodbye. Oh, hello, old man, you look like an Indian; where you from?”

“I’m from the Black Hills and my name is ‘Little Turtle who sits on Rock in the Moonlight.’”

“Is there a shorter version of your name?”

“Bob. People call me Bob.”

“Well, Bob, where you off to today?”

“Your fine museums downtown. I wish to see many wonders.”

“As I’m sure you will. Tell me, Bob, what’s your number one gripe about the government?”

“You white men still stealing Indian land. First it was gold, then silver. then trees for railroad ties, then lumber for houses, then it was platinum and uranium, and now it’s ‘tranquil, unspoiled Native Indian plots, soon to have paved roads and utilities, suitable for manufactured homes.”

“I see.”

“I don’t believe you do. The fine print reads that only one manufacture of manufactured homes is allowed, and they’re made three states east where none of our people live. We can’t even make any money out of the crooked deals, so it’s worse than normal. Our elected representatives, however, seem to be doing very well. And here’s my train. Bye.”

“Bye, Bob. Enjoy the museums.”

“Oh, I almost forgot: we Indians like the name of the cruise missile, “Tomahawk,” so don’t let any of those crying liberals, such as Pocahontas and Paul Ryan, try and tell you otherwise.”

“We won’t. Bye. Who’s next?”

“I believe I’m next.  

“And who might you be?”

“My name is Sandy, and the Russians put Trump in office.”

“So you’re saying the Russians had a choice, either Hillary or Trump; is that right?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Well, now, if it was so obvious, as you say, wouldn’t you think they would want someone who they could manipulate to sell America down the river, maybe someone who sold them 20% of America’s uranium, for instance?”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Look, I don’t want to appear rude, but you deserve to live in North Korea, or a country that embraces Sharia Law.  Tell you what, why don’t we put an ad in a Muslim newspaper: ‘Naive American nitwit willing to trade places with a Muslim woman who is dying (no pun intended) to get out.’ Works for me; does it work for you?

“Oh, there she goes. We got time for one more? You there, the train just left and the next one isn’t for another 22 minutes, so I know you’ve got time to answer a question for our viewers.”

“Yes, I suppose I do. Been a steady viewer for the last five years or so. Have you heard about ‘Eleanor the Easter Bunny?’ You haven’t? Her name isn’t Eleanor and she isn’t a rabbit; she’s a reporter who is going around asking people questions, just as you do, except she’s wearing a rabbit outfit, like in the play Harvey.’”

“You mean the one they made a movie about staring Jimmy Stewart.”

“Make that General James Stewart.”

“Goes without saying. A respected patriot in Hollywood, and if he were around today they would boycott him. Okay, here’s the question of the day: will the Democrats of today ever support the Constitution?”

“What a stupid question; of course not. There are no Democrats, as you say, ‘of today.’  The Democratic Party died on November 22, 1963 in Dallas, Texas, at which time the Communist Party of the United States of America filled the vacuum and has been pushing their Socialist/Communist agenda down our throats ever since with their failing Welfare-State programs. Johnny can’t read or write because of our failed public school system; Affirmative Action has made a mockery of ‘equality,’ and the ending of the draft has changed our military from a citizen army to a force which is easily manipulated by the Pentagon.”

“By the Pentagon?”

“Look, the underlying message of the Pentagon Papers was the secret government covering up the truth.”

“What ‘truth?’”

“Why, any truth. Take the Federal Reserve Bank, for instance. If they were up-front and honest (as they say they are), then why the reluctance on an independent auditor conducting an audit, for instance? Just remember that truth is the enemy of ignorance, and if anyone balks at having the truth see the light of day, he’s got something to hide. And it goes on and on, and I hear my train. Bye.”

“Bye. Thanks for the tip about Eleanor. And we have to go, too, since our time is up. Thank you for watching and so, on behalf of the crew, I’d like to wish each and every one of you a goodnight: Goodnight.

“Good show. Did I just see someone dressed as a rabbit across the street? Burger time: my treat.”

OPOVV

 

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