Monday, August 27, 2007
Serial Monday
Episode III
The Brotherhood
Previously on Serial Monday.
Our hero, Dash Tompkins, arriving at dinner and expecting an evening of conversation with his date, the beautiful and talented Tina Fey, is instead met by Carlisle Ripley, who looks nothing like Ms. Fey and does not have the same sort of conversation in mind. Ripley, somewhat insecure that he is neither a famous actor nor a particle physicist drops a bombshell: the government needs Dash Tompkins' help.
Stay tuned for this week's exciting episode of Serial Monday.
"They are a menace!" Jed Williason didn't need to look at his notes, but did to kill some time while the assembled throngs of the Southern Christian Brotherhood went wild. When the crowd died down some, Williamson continued. "Those idiots in Warshington allow them into our country. They allow them to come here to study, to work, to marry our white women. They allow them to fly airliners into our buildings. Is that what you want from your gub'ment?"
Once again the crowd went wild. Their answer to Williamson's question obvious to even the most thick of observers.
"Are we gonna sit back and let them do it?"
The crowd went insane again, Williamson's dynamic speech whipping them to into a frenzy.
"We are not the kind of men who sit idly by while our country is attacked, from the outside or from within."
Williamson's rabble-rousing had worked in the past. Churches had been burned, whether they taught the wrong things or their congregants were the wrong color. A few mosques were burned, but therein lay the problem, not many mosques in their neck of the woods. For more of that, the scope of Williamson's operation would need to expand greatly.
"You have been a great audience!" There really was nothing left to say. His job was done the crowd was in a frenzy, the seeds were planted. Next time he'd get more out of them and would be able to pick people from the crowd to help carry out his plan.
"That was amazing, Mr. Williamson!" Williamson's assistant, Missy Coleman exclaimed as Jed left the stage. She took his notes and led him back to his dressing room backstage.
"You certainly know your job, Jed" The voice from behind his door said as he opened it.
"What the hell are you..." Jed answered, angered that anyone would violate the sanctity of his dressing room. Then he recognized the man. "You! But... You've denounced me. You said I was a nut."
"I have to keep up appearances. You are a radical, Jed. I'm a respected member of the community, I'm well known, people see me on TV every night. I can't associate with you. No matter how much I agree with you and your cause."
Dash Tompkins finished up his meal and took one last sip of his wine. "You make a compelling case, Mr. Ripley. I want to help, but why me?"
"You have knowledge." Ripley wiped his mouth. "Knowledge your country needs to combat this madman. I can only ask you once. Are you in?"
"Count me in." Dash couldn't help but wonder exactly what he'd gotten himself into.
Last Week's Episode
BOJ
Our hero, Dash Tompkins, arriving at dinner and expecting an evening of conversation with his date, the beautiful and talented Tina Fey, is instead met by Carlisle Ripley, who looks nothing like Ms. Fey and does not have the same sort of conversation in mind. Ripley, somewhat insecure that he is neither a famous actor nor a particle physicist drops a bombshell: the government needs Dash Tompkins' help.
Stay tuned for this week's exciting episode of Serial Monday.
"They are a menace!" Jed Williason didn't need to look at his notes, but did to kill some time while the assembled throngs of the Southern Christian Brotherhood went wild. When the crowd died down some, Williamson continued. "Those idiots in Warshington allow them into our country. They allow them to come here to study, to work, to marry our white women. They allow them to fly airliners into our buildings. Is that what you want from your gub'ment?"
Once again the crowd went wild. Their answer to Williamson's question obvious to even the most thick of observers.
"Are we gonna sit back and let them do it?"
The crowd went insane again, Williamson's dynamic speech whipping them to into a frenzy.
"We are not the kind of men who sit idly by while our country is attacked, from the outside or from within."
Williamson's rabble-rousing had worked in the past. Churches had been burned, whether they taught the wrong things or their congregants were the wrong color. A few mosques were burned, but therein lay the problem, not many mosques in their neck of the woods. For more of that, the scope of Williamson's operation would need to expand greatly.
"You have been a great audience!" There really was nothing left to say. His job was done the crowd was in a frenzy, the seeds were planted. Next time he'd get more out of them and would be able to pick people from the crowd to help carry out his plan.
"That was amazing, Mr. Williamson!" Williamson's assistant, Missy Coleman exclaimed as Jed left the stage. She took his notes and led him back to his dressing room backstage.
"You certainly know your job, Jed" The voice from behind his door said as he opened it.
"What the hell are you..." Jed answered, angered that anyone would violate the sanctity of his dressing room. Then he recognized the man. "You! But... You've denounced me. You said I was a nut."
"I have to keep up appearances. You are a radical, Jed. I'm a respected member of the community, I'm well known, people see me on TV every night. I can't associate with you. No matter how much I agree with you and your cause."
Dash Tompkins finished up his meal and took one last sip of his wine. "You make a compelling case, Mr. Ripley. I want to help, but why me?"
"You have knowledge." Ripley wiped his mouth. "Knowledge your country needs to combat this madman. I can only ask you once. Are you in?"
"Count me in." Dash couldn't help but wonder exactly what he'd gotten himself into.
BOJ
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