They would stand in the rain as long as necessary. They followed him, wherever he went. The rallies, they found them addictive. They touched something inside of them. Something they hadn’t known was there until they heard him speak. He said the same things every time he spoke and he enraged them, but they felt they needed to be enraged. Why didn’t the entire country realize that? Realize how much sense he made?
He was the Savior. He was going to help them out of their difficult lives. Never mind those who doubted him. They didn’t hear what they heard.
Thanks to Rochelle! Photo Prompt @ Na’ama Yehuda
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Maybe someday, in the distant future, we will reach a point in our evolution where we learn to think for ourselves. For every Savior, there’s a Sharon Tate or a cup of Kool-Aid or a family separated and locked in cages.
This is well done and apropos given the upcoming presidential election and all the campaigning we’ll have to endure for the next year plus.
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I liked “he enraged them, but they felt they needed to be enraged”
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