“It is a great skill,” I declared to no one in particular, “to twist an argument on its head, and the present abundance of peace and tranquility, of which only the mean of mind gainsay with a dogmatic grasp upon that most meager matter of veracity, is a testament to our era’s most prosperous occupation.” My neighbor grunted and turned the page of his newspaper, a sure sign of his approval of my words. “Indeed,” I continued, “I can think of no better example than the cry of The Greater Good. The GG, let us say. What evils have not been condoned, even positively approved of, by this clarion call? Of course, it is of irrefutable truth, forgive the use of such a blunt word, that the lesser good must and ought to give way to the greater. Who can argue against it? And as long as people are kept arguing against it, they occupy their troubled minds from the horrifying question of what the GG is. Is it not a joy to dash down the eternal good of justice for the passing plea of a status quo? ‘We must lie,’ they say, which means, sell our eternal souls, for, oh what is it this millennia? Democracy? Yes, for democracy, we must cheat the voter. To save the lives of all, we must murder this innocent man. Oh how proudly we throw ourselves into hellfire convinced our sacrifice a noble one never questioning if eternal damnation is a little stiff a price to pay to keep the ever falling economy afloat another second or two.” I had by now cleared the immediate vicinity of any other occupant and sat back in my chair. “To the GG,” I saluted. “May we never come face to face.”
The GG
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