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Dear
Dr. Jones
by GZO
Jones
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Dear Dr Jones,
Im in a relationship with this really enthusiastic girl.
She shared that her big sexual fantasy is for me to rape
her. She wants me to go all out with the role-playing, you know,
like breaking into her house and tying her up. I don't really want
to go in for that sort of thing. What do I do?
Signed,
The King
Dear King,
Ill get to your question in a jiffy, but first let me
say something. You people need to give me a break from your strange
and perverted lives! The mail comes in and in and in, and I have
to answer some of your letters out of a sense of duty. Yes, I took
the job.
But not once in all these months has anyone bothered to ask
what I think about current affairs, or the weather, or anything.
So today Ill tell you.
I want to address terrorism. Sure, youve already had an
earful from all the talking heads. But has anyone tried a little
insight? My question is simple: Why is it necessary to inflict terror
and death on each other?
Let me explain.
In my hometown of Ft. Oglethorpe, I dont think there is
much terror. Sure, maybe some rival Civil War reenactionists get
liquored up and use live rounds on each other. Or a ghost-hunter
gets switchbladed in an argument over poltergeist trivia. These
are crimes where two people come together to create a situation
of mutual stupidity, and these crimes have been around since caveman
days.
But now I live in Brazil, where things are a little more serious.
The jungle is peppered with nonagenarian war criminals still hiding
where ODESSA left them 50 years ago. Someone always gets trampled
at Sepultura concerts, and Carnivale is an excuse for the guerillas
to tear some shit up. These are repugnant, but unremarkable, evils.
Which brings us to terrorism.
Bosnia, Afghanistan, Lebanon, Iraq and now Manhattan
are names that bring us images of fear, hatred and shame
just for being part of a human race that does these things to itself
at something other than random.
We need to take the time to ask ourselves my initial question,
and saying that the simple answer is society is just
plain wrong. The acts of terror most fresh in our collective memory
are initiated by personal hatred and indifference. I want the terrorists,
and the masterminds, and the everyday citizens, and even the victims,
to ask WHY?
Ask yourself silently, ask the person in the cubicle next to
you. Ask your parents and your children, and demand an answer from
your leaders. Then we can be on our way.
So, King, Ill answer your question with a
question: Do your bedroom peccadillos really matter? I guess
Im flattered that you want my advice on so personal a subject,
but I hope that after a bit of re-thinking you might be among the
first to ask a question that matters to us all.
Thats it for this month, kiddies. Keep cool.
Jones
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