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Show Acting Alone Page 389 In his special esoteric vision, the Elder could see the whole, final struggle crystallized in a single battle. Armageddon at Megido: The forces of societal decay have finally managed to conquer their own fragmenting individualism, the main symptom of their decadence, and have gotten organized - quite likely with the help of some powerful devil-man, a henchman of Satan, or perhaps with the direct help of red Satan himself. They have placed their cancer right in the once-solid midsection of America and are engaged in a deliberate and systematic jeopardization of our national security through the use of various super-intellectualized, hyper-advanced, elitist electronic techniques which don't bear explanation in the popular press. But, just in the nick of time, just on the brink of Freedom's nuclear extinction, a makeshift, touchingly ragtag band of our very own homegrown boys, led fearlessly by a young man affiliated even with the Elder's own patriotic church, swings down, whooping their touchingly innocent and youthful, yet terrifying rebel yells, and, with the ruthlessness that springs from righteousness, they cleanse the countryside of the blight of pro-Soviet infiltration. The privately-mustered army of church youth succeed where our current lax, weakwilled, hand-tied, underfunded police and military and intelligence establishments have failed, striking a fatal blow against gun control and anti-draft legislation and right-to-privacy laws, among numberless other liberal delusions. Yes, movingly enough - and the Elder was actually trying to hold back his sighs so Sammy wouldn't hear (the irenic voice of good Councillor Ezra rang in the back of his mind, urging him to "calm down, Elder, stay reasonable") - our homegrown boys strike their blow for Freedom in total, blissful |
