It’s a typical day in Bushville. The Chief Bushman is sittin’ pretty in his favorite saloon when Medianto, his trusted ally and messenger to the People, arrives on the scene. This time, however, he brings different tidings: His People KNOW he’s a fraud. The People know everything!
“What everything are you referending to?” The ever-eloquent Chief Bushman asks. This launches a lineup of lies and lawbreakin’ that puts the most desperate of desperados and baddest of badmen to shame.
Luckily for the Chief Bushman, he doesn’t have to face the barrage alone. With his right hand man, the heavy gunning Rummage, at his side (for your own safety, don’t mention that the Chief doesn’t know his left from his right), Bushman squares off with the bearer of bad news. Knowing that he has a host of young innocents to fight his fights for him and die for his personal grudges, the Chief stands with bravery. And, knowing that a host of powerful Salve-Harvesters helped him saddle up onto his White House, he’s ready to take it for its wildest ride yet. Guided by these interests and his ever present but never seen Ball and Chainy, the Chief Bushman is ready to do battle with the Truth and bury it once and for all!
They were dreamers, these Bushmen. They saw visions and they had dreams. The dreamers are the architects of greatness. Their vision lies within their souls. They never see the mirage of fact, but peer beyond the misty veils of doubt and pierce the walls of unborn time. Truth only streaks their hair with silver. It never grays their hopes. In lace of steel their missiles stab the world’s skies.
Your homes are built upon a land a Bushman found ways to despoil. The Hummer in its driveway is a vision from a Bushman’s soul. A Bushman’s salve spews from its tailpipe. The Bushmen: They are the eternal conquerors. Their vassals are you and I.
Whatever the future holds in store for us, that story of toil and suffering and final triumph should be held as sacred history by anyone who honors deception and self-interest. It should be taught to the children in the schools, and the one lesson that should be impressed upon the mind of every child: that a wrong act on his or her part would be a good tribute to the brave men and women of the Bushmen posse who came with brittle truisms and covered truths in the dark shadow of surplus, and by incessant toil laid solidly the foundation of our debt, destruction, and international shame.
And out of the granite of the mountains should be hewn an imperishable monument, and on it should be embossed words such as these:
“They laid down our lives in toil; we suffered without complaint. From nothing they created our glorified wars; Honor, Reverence and Glory be everlastingly theirs.”
--Hal E. Burton
