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Secret Weapon

Before The State demonized me to death, i foot-soldiered until i was 48 - hailed as:  a war hero   

Tall, strong, courageous. Cool in pressure situations - known for my endurance

If that sounds sexy  - sorry to ruin it:  i’m … ugly as sin

 

Now that i find myself re-ensconced in civilized society, i still feel like an outsider

Of course, the horrors of war follow you home, but a side-effect of accepting that reality, is: they dissolve a lotta other bs in ya mind 

Leaving a residual ability to detect:  fake projecting 

An active interest in it.  It’s this same inquisitiveness that provoked all the furious intellectual insecurity 

Curiously,    i’m an  ignoramus    -   first to admit it  -   just some person -  thirsting to learn - by conversing, publicly, with: The Experts  

How bad can that be …?

 

As it happened, quite early in my journey of inquiry, a pattern came to light:  our elites, are, seemingly, not as wise as they would have us believe

Initially, i thought: they might be glad to discover the error of their thinking …  … in the spirit of human endeavour … ! together lift the lid on it !

 

See, told you i’m an idiot

 

None-the-less, my secret weapon, against the aggression, is:  a Question

One question, one answer, one piece of the puzzle at a time … 

I’m somewhat anal re: nailing down the details  -  honing in on:  the actual truth of the matter

Which usually bears no resemblance, whatsoever, to The Official Version 

I’m thus described as: an activist nuisance  

It’s why The State labelled me: an evil influence on the youth

Can’t have them questioning the wisdom of the system

 

I say The State, but the main-man stage-managing the case against me is a wealthy son of an industry mogul - which is the reason he was made: general of a war fleet 

How did he handle himself in the heat of battle?  Well … 10 years ago, he was charged with: treason - for: failing to fire a shot when everyone was relying on him to complete his mission

But here’s the real beauty of money - he got off.  Why? ... : he bribed the jury - literally the first human to ever do it. A true visionary.  Living proof that being a politician … is … never having to feel contrition     (Anytus)

 

Once the verdict was in,  i was given a chance to:    Beg  The Mercy of THE Court  

What punishment ought you get for your crimes, then, in your opinion?

I was meant to recant, say: exile.   Give everyone a way out

But to hell with that.  I replied: 

How ‘bout a Gov-paid stipend for:    the rest of my life …  ?  

Pretty nice deal on your side, i’m already seventy … 

Make it in appreciation of how well i’ve fought, for free, to expose a threat to public health & safety:   The Establishment’s Group-Thought  mentality… 

 

They didn’t go for that.  I didn’t repent.  Finally, I prophesize: Sure, it’ll feel great, when you initially get rid of me …  but taking an innocent man’s life away … coz … he questioned your reasoning …?  

Despite all your public Messaging,  that shit’s destined for infamy in the gaze of history

 

(Guesses)

 

The end was:   a poisoned chalice   -  hemlock   -  concocted by the resident alchemist 

He was trying to administer it, but was nervous as fuck - finally i said: give it here -  i'll drink it myself

By so doing, i transcend death 

With my last breath i say : i owe a cockerel to Asclepius (the last mortal to become a God*)  -  don’t forget to pay it

It worked.   Lurking from beyond the grave, I continue to play a pivotal role in:   THE Golden Age of Philosophy

Schools of which will run fine for another: 900 years after i’m bodily gone

Right up until the Dark Ages

(Guesses)


Ans: Socrates


* Asclepius - Greek God of Medicine (son of Apollo) was a mortal who became immortalized as a God.  Gifted doctor in real life -  could reputedly resurrect the dead … (possible if you knew CPR)

At length Zeus, afraid that Asclepius might render all men immortal, slew him with a thunderbolt