Res Ipsa wrote: ↑Thu Mar 14, 2024 5:13 pm
What Ajax doesn’t understand is that, by his own logic, R’s focus on the border is 100% fake.
What Ajax doesn’t understand about politics could fill volumes appropriately titled Encyclopedia Estupida. He's a man of fervent opinions, always ready to expound on the latest political happenings, but within his confident flatulency lies a shallow pool of knowledge, one that barely scratches the surface of the complexities of governance.
*cut scene, fade in, suburbia, a cold Fall morning, downtown Small Town, USA*
Ajax frequents the local sandwich shop, where he holds court at a corner table, regaling fellow Baby Boomers, who listen intently, with passionate rants about the state of the world. He pontificates on economic policies, foreign relations, and social issues with unwavering certainty, despite an obvious and glaring lack of expertise.
At home and at work his friends and acquaintances nod along politely, some even indulging him in debate, knowing full well that Ajax's understanding of politics is as shallow as a puddle after a light rain. Yet, Ajax remains blissfully unaware of his own ignorance, convinced that his opinions hold weight simply because he speaks them with conviction.
However, at the sandwich shop, he is King. As the days and months pass, Ajax's political tirades become a fixture of the sandwich shop’s ambiance, a background noise that patrons have grown accustomed to. Some find amusement in his ignorance, while others simply tune him out, preferring to sip their lattes in peace.
But one day, Ajax's facade begins to crack. During a particularly heated discussion about healthcare reform, a knowledgeable patron calmly dismantles Ajax's arguments with well-reasoned facts and statistics. Ajax stumbles over his words, unable to counter the onslaught of evidence against his ill-informed opinions.
Something snaps quietly in his psyche.
The South Shall Rise Again.
He pontificates wildly over mundane government policies, routine societal divides, and banal historical grievances with unwavering certainty, aware of the tinderbox he's intentionally fueling. The white men, now about a dozen strong and mostly elderly, grit their teeth. One of the men who attends Ajax’s redneck court is a young adult who understands social media. He understands the resentment. He’s an incel, but he feels something stir. He feels purpose for the first time in his sheltered life. He records and publishes Ajax’s rants.
Ajax’s words, like sparks in a dry forest, ignite passions and resentments long simmering beneath the surface. As his rhetoric grows more inflammatory, tensions escalate across the nation, divisions deepening and fractures widening. The once united country finds itself on the brink of a second Civil War, torn apart by ideological differences and fueled by Ajax, the man who would light the Fuse of Rebellion.
And it does.
War.
Everything is destroyed. A hundred million Americans are dead.
Ajax's name becomes synonymous with chaos and destruction, his legacy forever tarnished by the role he played in sparking the flames of conflict. In the carnage that followed, Ajax is forced to confront the consequences of his words. Surrounded by the devastation he helped unleash, he realizes the weight of his ignorance, the gravity of his actions. But it's too late to turn back the clock, too late to undo the damage he's done.
As the country plunged into darkness, torn apart by violence and bloodshed, Ajax's voice was silenced, drowned out by the deafening roar of men who heeded his call. He was later killed by a scared septuagenarian who thought he was black man. Irony.
Ajax’s story later served as a cautionary tale for historians, a grim reminder of the power of words to shape the course of history, for better or for worse. And as the smoke cleared and the dust settled, Ajax's name would be spat out by those who uttered it, a name forever linked to the tragic chapter of the Second American Civil War. A name shrouded in disgust. Disdain. And sadness at the ignorance of Man.
*close scene, fade out, Cocolate Rain plays softly as the credits roll*
- Doc
