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Show Acting Alone Page 4i2 Jews, according to the Elder's operatives, had been intending to go into ridiculous, pitiful competition with the church for a part of the proposed Colorado Springs Temple site. They had ostensibly wanted to build a synagogue or a delicatessen or something else Semitic that would look particularly inappropriate within spitting distance of a Temple and would, in any case, interfere with plans for ample parking terrace facilities. It was palpable that no mere village of agrarian Jews could ever compete at any level against the mighty church, which, after all, was one of the twenty largest corporations in the United States of America - that is, unless the Hebrews had been receiving secret, seditious backing from the godless East Coast liberal intellectual establishment, who would love more than anything to see the Elder's Temple demolished right on the drawing table, especially since church monies had been instrumental in defeating the Jew-inspired Equal Rights Amendment in places as widely disparate as Florida and Utah. Elder Cicerone only hoped it had been a true, or, if false, a well-intentionedly false intelligence report on the Jewish town and its inhabitants' investment plans; he hoped it hadn't been his own hellraising sadism that had called the pogrom; he hoped the pure military strategist in him hadn't ordered the raid merely as a dress rehearsal or warm-up maneuver for the hillside Armageddon. But, hope as he might, it seemed that his conscience, the miniature godlet inside, cried out for no placation from that direction, either. For nobody, nothing must be allowed to stand in the way of Heavenly Father's Temple. Where, then? One asks again, what quarter, which direction, please? Could his godlet only be appeased by a painful self-examination of his |