Reflections on The Good People of TarnishedA modern fableThe good people of Tarnished polish their hate the way a farmer polishes the first ripe fruit plucked from his favourite apple tree. Passionately, they hate each other mothers hate fathers siblings hates siblings grandparents regret the seeds they begat The good people of Tarnished worship the smell of their own shite. They lovingly store it in fragrant lagoons to scent their fair village day & nite. Some midnites the good people of Tarnished undam their fragrant waste let it flow downstream to less gifted towns and villages Their logo is 'the tiny village with a huge black heart' and the good people of Tarnished joyfully pay a private army huge sums to protect themselves from each other And tho they worship hate with a passion most claim to be good Christians Of course they've changed Rule 1 into 'HATE unto others' & thou SHALL lie thou SHALL steal and their favourite is 'thou SHALL bear false witness' Of course their hatred has made them dunderheads stupid, in fact, & cowards so they pay further huge sums to professional liars to slander each other The professional liars smile to the good people churn out court case after court case sucking ever larger sums from the good people's taxes The good people of Tarnished wish to share their hatred spread it abroad with the wretched stench of Mordor's new basin below the Ogre Hills: The good people have become skilled witch hunters In the wilds further north Owl shaman and others pray for the good people of Tarnished watch as the people regress into animals and worse: A sneaky bald head pops from a future hole weasel incarnate another turns rhinoceros thick mind, thick hide mice, rats, snakes devour each other while others rot into piles of sandy dung no spirit remaining from so many lies & betrayals Owl shaman has done his best to help the people of Tarnished but sometimes from the slipstream of meditation a sinuous dragon rises as northern lights fiery breath polishes to blood red a full moon he clasps over the basin of Tarnished reflects their burning hatred in attempts to contain it hopes the morning sun will start to burn clear their fog of hatred Chris Faiers Feb. 29, 2008 (revised for leap year) |