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The Farm - A Parable
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Once upon a time there was a farm. It was a tranquil place, nestled into the serene countryside down in a small valley. The grass was always green and a placid creek which gurgled down the center of the valley provided pure, cool water for the animals to drink. A large sturdy barn provided shelter and sheep dogs, along with the farmer and his shotgun, provided protection from the predators who lived in the surrounding hills.
Life was good at the farm. The animals lay in the field sleeping in the warm sun, secure in the knowledge that the farmer and the sheep dogs would keep them safe. Things continued this way for a long time. Soon however, things began to change.
It started innocuously enough. A lamb went missing one day and while... |
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A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero (42B.C) |
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