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Show Acting Alone Page 4 U The Elder had explicitly added, in his best Old Testament voice, "'Smite mine enemies,' saith the Lord. Kill them all my son." And - as an indication of how coolly and rationally that order had been given - in order to cover the church's more obvious tracks before the newsmen and forest rangers and local sheriff's deputies arrived and obligingly trampled flat its more subtle tracks, the Elder had bestowed a truckload of incendiary bombs and flamethrowers upon the politial theorist along with orders to completely burn the secret Family Home Evening tent and all its liturgical and scriptural contents, to crush the ashes to fine carbon powder with shovels and boots so they would not resemble the remains of devotional artifacts. Soviets and their spies and sympathizers are supposed to be godless. Yet, even such an abomination as that, even that explicit order to incinerate the words of our Heavenly Father's mighty angel as revealed to our true Prophet, was not the direction in which his conscience was telling the Elder to look tonight for its appeasement: for there had been ample social and political justification for said incineration. But where, then, should one look? In a similar voice, with similar words, only weeks before, had the Elder ordered a similar unleashing of our touching homegrown boys upon an entire community of Hebrews, for no more noble reasons than pure laissez-faire economics. And tonight, as the devil in Sammy's voice screeched in his ear through tiny Asian speakers, the Elder was inspired to hope against all hope that it hadn't merely been his intelligence operatives' semitophobia that had made them turn in the questionable report which had brought death and rape and pillage and general destruction to the Jewry of that tiny town. The |