The Cult's that Fight each other

There were fields of rolling hills and grass. Standing on the field was an enormous cone-shaped building, a giant tower.

In this tower, was an entire community. Most of the people lived and worked inside, not getting to see the outside world very often. Only the King, who sat atop the tower, could look out and see the rest of the world.

One day another tower was erected close to the Kings. So close that when the King went onto his balcony, he met the President, the man who was the leader of the other kingdom. The King and President talked about their kingdoms, but disagreed over everything. The 2 men had different ideas about their religion, politics and culture and were soon enemies. 

Rather than fight themselves, they each receded into their own Kingdom, gathering sympathy from their respective peasants and loyal subjects. The peasants in turn listened to their leaders and believed everything they heard. They were told another tower stood opposite theirs, and that the people in the other tower would threaten their own way of life. And that the only way to stop them was to kill them.

So both sides gathered up their youth, the children who knew the least about what was really going on, and had them fight each other. The King and the President sat atop their high towers as they watched the hundreds of thousands of children fight below.

These children had a lot in common. They went to school, they enjoyed coloring and believed in right over wrong. So when their parents told them that they had to fight to save their nation, they were only too eager to enter the battlefield, where they came face to face with strangers, other children that they did not know, but that they were ready to kill none-the-less

At the end of the war, the field between the 2 towers was covered in bodies and blood. And only after enough children had died, did one of the "Leaders" order a cease-fire. One culture swallowed the other whole. And even though the children had been told to hate the other, they were now one race with one culture, under 2 Towers but being ruled by one King.

Until another comes along...

Murder is wrong- and I'm going to kill you to prove it!

"I want justice...There's an old poster out West, as I recall, that said, 'Wanted: Dead or Alive,'"
- G.W. Bush, 9/17/01
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The moon was full and it was a quiet night in the desert. Inside one of the small adobe flats, a young boy was just being put to bed by his parents.

Suddenly armed troops burst into his room, shouting in a language he couldn't understand. They grabbed his mother by her hair and knocked his father unconscious with one of their assault rifles. The boy watched, screaming from his bed, as both parents were taken from him. He ran out of his room, trying to stay with his parents. Out in the street, many watched from their homes, too afraid to go out and see what was happening. The boy's mother was loaded into a truck while the boy's father was shot dead in the street.

The next day, footage of the boy's father being shot was played on all the American TV stations, followed by footage of American men and woman cheering and dancing in the streets. They shouted things like "We got him!" and "Justice has been served." They smiled at images of the mans blood pooling around his body. For these American citizens, their enemy had been brought to justice.

Back in the small desert town, the boy was filled with rage at what he had witnessed. Men with guns charging into his room, taking his mother and killing his father. And for what cause, for what reason?  The more he thought about this the more he was unable to let go of the feeling, the hatred. He felt violated and vowed to himself that the men who did this would face justice. The boy vowed vengeance.

When he became old enough, he dropped out of school. He found a group of kids who were also being motivated by their hatred towards the troops who invaded their homes. It was with this group that he felt accepted and understood. Finally he was around others who could share his pain. 

This group of teens began to train and started to move from town to town, trying to gain more support. All they wanted was to strike back at the beast that had taken someone from them, to show their enemy that they would not simply be walked on and not defend themselves, that they would stand up for their human rights and fight back. To these teens, they were the underdogs about to pick a fight with an evil super-power.

Every town they went to welcomed them and they soon gained a large following. There were many who wanted to join in their fight, who felt they had a heroic cause.   

A few years later they flew 2 planes into a couple of buildings in New York City. Back in the small desert towns, when the TV's showed what was going on in America, the people cheered and danced in the streets. They shouted things like "We get them!" and "Justice has finally been done." They smiled at images of burning bodies. For these Arab Citizens, an evil corporate government was finally getting a reality check. One need only look at the faces of these people to see the joy and happiness knowing their enemy had been attacked.

And in that same instant, a small young boy in America watched this unfold on television. He knew his father was in one of the buildings, knew that his dad would never come back home because of some evil army men in another country. He didn't know why his father was taken from him, for what cause, what reason? He dwelled on these thoughts, letting his anger control his destiny. 

He joined the army when he was old enough. He wanted to be on the battlefield, he wanted to put a bullet into a camel Jockey. He wanted to avenge his dad, to feel a sense of justice for what had been done to him. He might not ever get his dad back, but he'd kill as many people as he needed to in order to feel better about it.

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"An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind"
-Ghandi