a fatal fingernail
The judged glared down at the accused, high from his chair as the hapless defendant fiddled with a yellowed finger nail on his hand.
He bellowed out the decree.
“ you are here by convicted by the jury for the heinous crime of endangering the public health! We have to think of the greater good! We have to think of the sake of our children! There fore i sentence you to death!”.
a murmur of satisfaction echoed in the stoic darkness. the cavernous courtroom was lighted only by a few scant candles, you couldn’t see if the attendees were smiling, or if they were really even human. But the intangible mood lightened heartily at the proclamation.
After all, they just couldn’t let some one with an infected finger nail live among them, that would be insane.
The crestfallen man wept bitterly into his offending hands.
“You needn’t look so sad, it will be quick and painless, you will have one day to get your affairs in order. Guards take him to his holding cell!”
The large brutes took the sobbing man by the shoulder and led him through the imposing metal doors, the frozen granite walls of the hallway throwing the echoes of his wails to parts unknown and unseen.
“Next case!”
An undulating pile of skin and bones next shambled before the judge, coughing and wheezing. His blood shot eyes encrusted with puss. Open wounds speckled his skin while fluids of toxic colors oozed out from one to the other, creating an macabre connect the dots. A cloud of stink wafted visibly from him, and a few of the court turned ashen and passed out, staying quiet still....not moving a muscle.....even to breathe.....at all.
The judges demeanor change quite considerably when he saw this living corpse.
He smiled compassionately to him and spoke.
“Im so sorry about this, you shouldn’t even be here but its not going to be that bad. Im glad to say that the jury found fit to give you an aspirin for your little inconvenience there and your free to go home and relax.”
The remains smiled weakly and struggle to turn around, finally facing the exit.
The court stood up and applauded as he shuffled slowly down the lengthy isle even cheering excitedly when he stopped to pick up his hand that had fallen off his arm.
At least those who hadn’t passed out did. The others stayed where they were.
Dead still.
When the court finally settled down the judged squinted bout the dismally shadowed expanse.
“Guard, its awfully bright in here, there are six candles burning after all , we might as well be on the sun. go and put out five of them.”
The guard did as he was told and extinguished all but the minute stub sitting by the judge.
the cavernouse black emited a collective and relieved sigh.
The judge however didn’t look satisfied. “Hmm” he then perked up and placed before the lonely candle a dark glass, making it emanate a glow of a firefly.
“ there. that’s better. Next case please.”
How do they say it? Art imitates life? The above reflects my reaction to the state of mind of our general society.
An infected fingernail must be killed while a walking plague is ignored and even applauded. Today i read about a children’s book called “the higher power of lucky”.
Its about a poor girl neglected by her wandering father and her journey to let go of the memory of her deceased mother and to open her heart to others. Yet this beautiful story of faith, love, hope and family is being petitioned to be banned from libraries because of a single word.
That appears once.
And the reference is minor.
What word could create such an uproar. What word could make a simple uplifting children’s book such an abomination? That the mere SINGLE mention of it would send the community into such a bladder releasing tizzy?
The word is scrotum.
Just that, scrotum.
Yet this word that isn’t slang, an obscenity or even code for some seedy or illicit goings on, this word that is scientifically recognized, is some how a threat to the innocence of our youth.
And yet.....
As i meander the usual moppet stomping ground that is the toy isle of a department store, bee stung lipped dolls stare at me through smoky lidded eyes wearing more face paint than tammy Faye baker on a Mary Kaye binge. wearing skimpy tops, tiaras and mini skirts, clutching tiny dogs equally painted up as their plastic owners in diamond collars.
Not so subtly emulating a certain blonde hotel heiress best known for a homemade night vision movie, Slithering around wet and foamy in a barely there bathing suit on top of a car, inadvertently displaying that she doesn’t believe in underwear, and for spouting the catch phrase “that’s hot.”
the clothing section isn’t much better. As far as the eye can see glittery pink out fits that contain less than a quarter of a yard of material proudly proclaim in sparkling rhinestones “spoiled...hottie...goddess” and the riskier “**** star!” and that’s the junior section.
Some how this seem to slip by the moral brigade.
they move on to more worthy past times. Such as attacking fictional cartoon characters.
What the hell?
Burt and Ernie, spongebob square pants, even the teletubbies.
Are you freaking kidding me! Those things don’t even have a gender and your saying they are promoting tolerance for homosexuality?
Yeah...
And yet....
we have toys for little girls that look like miniature hookers.
even in the iternet the “over the top of the wrong hill” perspective is unfortunately alive and well. if safe guards are taken so that even IF some under ager DOES manage to obtain forbidden fruit, Isn’t it for the parents to make sure that he or she doesn’t do such stupid things?
you know, the whole “If i find out your doing this, and you know im going to make sure if you are or not, im going to make you wish you never even heard of a computer!” ethic.
And yet......
They become involved and concerned parents when the word scrotum shows up in a library book.
A simple legitimate word in a book that has the chicken littles otherwise known as the P.T.A. among others, soiling their bloomers.
Why is it the mere innocuously mature or dignified is attacked like a rabid bull moose while the blatantly lascivious is ignored or applauded?
In the black cave by the light of a single firefly are we focusing on an infected fingernail while ignoring the pustulating diseased right beside us?
Has our society become so inuated by that our perspective on what is trouble and what isn’t has been skewed
I don’t know, i cant seem to focus enough to tell you.
My fingernail is Hurting too much.
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