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Leo the Patriotic Lion here. As you might have guessed, there are traditionalists and purists far worse than me. These are the people that have taken my beliefs for their own, the crooks, and they’ve taken it too far and too out of context. Thus, it’s true that the problem of groupthink has gotten worse as time has moved on. While Wildcat City was in desperate need of all these changes, and it was showing us functioning for the better, these purists still wanted us to be outdated as we were before, and didn’t give one bit of care towards those who hated us.
I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s some activist group they belong to that wants Wildcat City to be its own stand-alone nation, because these purists have gone as far as writing letters to Cripto and telling him to obey them or die, and by obeying them, his powers would make us relocate to our own desert island. It would magically place new farmland in place of where we were, Cripto later revealed, but it would all be farmland. (This nation needs more farmers to do their jobs, though, because no one’s going to get fed if they don’t have places to work.) Of course, Cripto didn’t go through with it; he instead reported these death threats to the police, and they’re working overtime to combat this group at the risk of violating First Amendment rights (as if we didn’t do that already).
What is groupthink, you ask? Groupthink is a psychological phenomenon that occurs within a group of people, in which the desire for harmony or conformity in the group results in an irrational or dysfunctional decision-making outcome. Group members try to minimize conflict and reach a consensus decision without critical evaluation of alternative viewpoints, by actively suppressing dissenting viewpoints, and by isolating themselves from outside influences. Wildcat City’s furry population was certainly guilty of that; 99.99% of them wouldn’t use electronics, the internet, and didn’t own a television. (That percentage is dropping, and I’m no longer part of it.)
Loyalty to the group requires individuals to avoid raising controversial issues or alternative solutions, and there is loss of individual creativity, uniqueness and independent thinking. The dysfunctional group dynamics of the “in-group” produces an “illusion of invulnerability” (an inflated certainty that the right decision has been made). Thus, the “in-group” significantly overrates its own abilities in decision-making, and significantly underrates the abilities of its opponents (the “out-group”). Furthermore, groupthink can produce dehumanizing actions against the “out-group.”
This is the bit I’m guilty of most; look at how I tried to shove my beliefs down others throats and make the world so black and white. It will forever be some shade of gray and not black and white. I’ve learned that the hard way. I’ve also wondered many times if simply being alive is worth it, and Junira has helped to show me that it is worth every minute of it, even if I endangered myself to becoming a heartless.
Antecedent factors such as group cohesiveness, faulty group structure, and situational context (e.g., community panic) play into the likelihood of whether or not groupthink will impact the decision-making process.
Groupthink is a construct of social psychology, but has an extensive reach and influences literature in the fields of communication studies, political science, management, and organizational theory, as well as important aspects of deviant religious cult behavior.
Groupthink is sometimes stated to occur (more broadly) within natural groups within the community, for example to explain the lifelong different mindsets of conservatives versus liberals, or the solitary nature of introverts. However, this conformity of viewpoints within a group does not mainly involve deliberate group decision-making, and thus is perhaps better explained by the collective confirmation bias of the individual members of the group.
This was a lifelong problem for Wildcat City all throughout its history; all I did was take it to the next level. It took my head injury and the recent terrorism to finally wake up the world about it, and Wildcat City’s population is sick of hearing about it in the news and from extremists and activist groups like the one that want Cripto to convince Mayor Clarkson to separate us for real. It also revealed to the world two possibilities according to one newspaper writer: 1) I am a victim of groupthink, or 2) I am a thief and must be thrown in prison for it, because I stole the beliefs of the town and made them my own. 93.5% of people surveyed voted for option number one.
What my biggest concern, however, is what might happen next. Either the world’s terrorists or Bendraqi are going to use all these things against us, whether on the battlefield or in court. I have never had a court trial because the judges feared what the world might do to them if they were to rule against me, and because, for all these years, just using my name ended crimes and led criminals to wish for death to overtake them. Why else do these idiots want me to die, even though it won’t happen? Exactly. They bought into Bendraqi’s lies and twisted them around. The difference is that they do not wish to destroy the world as Bendraqi wants to do. They just want to rid the world of me.
They probably want to conquer it for themselves, especially the religious ones; Islam has something called jihad, which I believe is supposed to be their attempt to eradicate all who are not Muslim. Somebody correct me if I’m wrong. This differs from Christianity, which clearly states there shall be no killing of anybody; it is, in fact, the sixth of the Ten Commandments. This also shows why people who lived in my neighborhood blame jihad for fueling the entire 9/11 terrorist attacks, which we G-52s failed to stop because Bendraqi had us occupied in an asteroid attack that would’ve destroyed the world otherwise. The world doesn’t even know it happened these days. They only remember Bendraqi telling the whole world on live television that it should’ve been him who destroyed those towers, and not Osama bin Laden and all his cronies. That’s his family story, though: lazy but wanting all the glory.
These thoughts all flooded my mind as I made my way to the police station so my comrades and I could help Cripto get over this problem. Even his fellow band members had arrived, for they didn’t want to lose their frontman, who felt this was a case where his battle uniform wasn’t necessary. “There’s no Furry Fury without you,” Sam Streak commented. “Believe me.”
“I believe you,” Cripto replied. “I just wish I didn’t overreact to everything and take things personally, even though that’s part of the autism that tries to weigh me down. I can’t even believe there’s all those idiots trying to find a cure for it.”
“There will never be a cure for it, soldier,” I replied, “but don’t let it get you down. This world has benefited from autistic people; Chuong and his friends have shown us that.”
“Did you catch the title of the group?” Sheriff Crackshot asked Cripto.
“I think so, yes,” Cripto replied as he dragged out a letter he kept. “Listen to this. It reads as follows: ‘Hello, stupid. This is Dr. Ida Know, president of the Traditions and Pure Morals Society.’ Boy, that’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“I agree,” I said. “That wounds my spirit. Anyway, go on.”
“Okay. It continues, ‘What led you and all those cronies of yours to suddenly change our image? Do you not see how great our city is being outdated and mediocre, accepting common standards within all our peoples? You and all those other furries violated all our norms just by being part of the music industry. You’re playing the wrong music. Sousa would condemn you for certain; you know he hated all things new, and so should you.’ Did he?”
“Mostly jazz and the new recording machines.”
“Okay. ‘Worst of all, you took Leo the Patriotic Lion, our greatest crusader for all things pure, and all things that the way this world should be, but aren’t, and finally got him to raise the white flag and go for all these technologies he fought so hard to avoid.’ I didn’t do that. Nobody did that. Irwin was just having fun. ‘In short, if you don’t reverse this, and also, if you don’t tell the mayor to pass the law that separates us from the nation into our own, because America has had enough of us anyway, you shall die. You should have died when you were two years old. Have a nice day.’ Have a nice day?”
“Weird,” said Super C. “Even weirder to the point it’s humorous is that his name is Ida Know. He doesn’t know a thing! He’s either an exact clone of Bendraqi or another terrorist that bought into all this lies and twisted them around.”
“How long have you been trying to apprehend these dorks?” D.W. asked the cops.
“Ever since Eraquis restored our world,” Sheriff Crackshot replied. “They’ll defeat the opposition with their own opposition or die trying. They’ll kill our mayor or die trying.”
“I knew I was a death target, but now I’m really the world’s public enemy number one,” Mayor Clarkson winced. “How long to do we have to put up with this masquerade of trouble?”
“I wish I could answer that, Mayor,” I said. “It’s not you that’s ultimately at fault; it’s me. My past will haunt me forever. It’s a good thing I’m taking all those anger management classes.”
“I thought you finished that.”
“It was for about 10 months total, but I elected to continue after that. Plus, the world has seen how I’m opening my eyes and ears to local cultures and their norms. All we have here is a case of groupthink gone bad. Yet the sad truth is that it was what our city’s founding fathers wanted, even thought it was only created for furry refugees that wanted to get away from human torture. But history gives humans all the glory when it comes to things such as racism and sexism.”
“What do you call furries to humans, vice-versa, or furries to furries?”
“Speciesism. Same immoral things, though.”
“I thought so. Plus, his name is Dr. Know when it should be Dr. No.”
“Obscure James Bond humor, but that’s a good one. We like that.”
Later, our duties led us to search the city for Dr. Know and his cronies. Cripto hid in his house and had his band by his side for support. The rest of us used our regular radars and technologies that benefitted humankind to look for the group who posed death threats towards the hero of purity. When the radars began beeping like crazy, we soon found ourselves outside the abandoned Pro Lumber warehouse building that previous groups of criminals had used as a hideout, and Bendraqi himself had used this as well. It boggled my mind that it hadn’t sold. “You’d think something else would go in,” I said.
“This world’s destruction delayed that,” the Sheriff replied, “but there are plans to put a new bowling alley in here. This one will differ from the other ones in that it will be smoke-free and it won’t serve alcohol.”
“I thought so,” said the mayor. “The leagues that I bowl in wanted to make the switch because they got tired of all the smoke. Instead, I think the alleys are experimenting with making all their establishments smoke-free. Cripto’s got lanes in his basement so he doesn’t need to go there.”
“True,” said Super C, “but he will anyway in case his band has a charity fundraiser going, and they always bowl at those. Anyway, let us find these dummies.”
We entered the building and had to use flashlights (or in Super C’s case, his light vision) to locate the group’s whereabouts. It didn’t help that they had the lights in one room on, of course, but it led us to wonder if the warehouse owner had remembered to label everything. There’s nothing more dangerous than an unlabeled fuse box, after all. There’s also nothing worse than a boss that is impossible to satisfy. Such was the case with Dr. Know. Nothing pleased him, especially not the news about Cripto that his death didn’t happen.
“You idiots!” he screamed. “Now we have to do something else to kill him off and return this town to what it rightfully will be! My reputation is at stake!”
“So is your mouth,” I said as we broke the door down and entered the room.
“YOU!” Dr. Know shouted when he saw me. “YOU TRAITOR! GOING BACK ON ALL YOUR BELIEFS AND PROMISES AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! JUST WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOUR PARENTS WOULD SURELY BE FURIOUS WITH YOU RIGHT NOW! YOU HAVE GONE BACK ON WHAT YOU WERE TAUGHT!”
“Now who’s bellowing?” I said calmly. “Now tell us just what you thought when you told Cripto to die if he didn’t separate us for real.”
“YOU IMBECILE! YOU KNOW WHY I DID IT! YOU KNOW WHY OUR CITY WAS FOUNDED! YOU KNOW WHY WE WERE BETTER OFF LIKE WE WERE UNTIL YOU TURNED TRAITOR! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU AREN’T DEAD!”
“So you want us all dead, do you, creep?” D.W. snorted.
“ALL OF YOU, YES! HOW MUCH BETTER OUR CITY WOULD BE IF IT HAD STAYED THE WAY IT WAS, AND HOW MUCH BETTER HISTORY WOULD BE IF YOU WERE NEVER BORN, AND IF YOUR WRETCHED MOUTH WAS SEALED FOREVER WITH DUCT TAPE!” On and on this weirdo went, ranting about the past and allegedly how better off we were had I never been born, had our city stayed as it was and continued to get the guff and praise it was getting, and had the G-52s never been formed.
“He’s lost it!” Thunderstorm Sam lamented.
“I don’t think he had it to start with,” H.H. replied. “He lives up to his name. That’s certain. He doesn’t know a darn thing because he won’t do a darn thing but scream.”
“We’re not going to budge until you sludge!” Laser Liger finally interjected, uttering one of his catchphrases.
“Boy, it’s a good thing Cripto’s not here,” the Sheriff commented. “He’d really have reasons to quit the G-52 organization, and that’s a disaster waiting to happen that’s ten thousand times worse than 9/11.”
“I agree,” said Super C. “This world needs him and his music.”
It took about an hour, but Dr. Know finally ran out of breath, and all the while, failed to notice the police had already arrested the rest of the gang. Eventually, he broke down in tears and began begging me to spare his own life in spite of the fact he wished for death on all of us. “Typical,” I sighed. “It’s the same old story for years running now. He thinks I’m going to give him a taste of his own medicine. He gave me a taste of mine, that’s for sure.”
“Don’t hurt me!” Dr. Know wailed. “Just don’t hurt me, please!” The tears kept on flowing.
“The trial will decide your fate,” the Sheriff replied. “For now, put these on. Also, it’s standard procedure, so you do have the right to remain silent. Anything you say should you give up that right can and will be used against you in court. An attorney will be provided to you free of charge if you cannot afford one.”
Later, the all-clear was given for Cripto and the band to come back out, so they were able to join us for lunch at Maximum Mighty Melt, although not without the press wanting to speak to us. We didn’t mind, though; it was breaking news in truth, and the press would have spoken to us anyway, so we told them it was easier for us to let them talk to us at a Maximum Mighty Melt. The one we went to was the one closest to the police station (which was the one we usually ate at anyway). That way, the cops could easily go back to work. We answered all their questions to the best of their ability, and all recording was done outside in the parking lot, since the bulk of interviews were for me, the Sheriff, and the mayor. Cripto answered a few questions of his own with his band’s help. (This was live television, actually, but it was recorded for later use in later newscasts; WBC is a pro of that technique and it is a good one to use.)
By the time all was finished and the press had done their duties, we were able to order our meals and enjoy. “I just hope it’s the last death threat that’s ever towards you or me,” Cripto commented to the mayor while watching ESPN’s latest coverage of bowling that was the PBA League. “It hurts, and I worry I may have nightmares about this.”
“I think you have nothing to worry about, Cripto,” Mayor Clarkson replied. “I’m the bigger target than you, and while that’s nothing to be proud of, it’s the truth. And yet, it’s amazing to some people but not surprising to me, that in the end, Dr. Know was nothing but a big coward, even though he was so mean to his supporters.”
“Most bullies are, Mayor,” I nodded. “Most bullies are.”
THE END
All ideas used with permission
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Eterna and characters (C)
Zanta Keplicus
UN1024s, Bad Capital Syndicates, and other terrorists (C)
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Some G-52s are joint-owned by me and Chuong; see my bios gallery for which is which.
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D-19 © Zanta Keplicus
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Leo the Patriotic Lion here. As you might have guessed, there are traditionalists and purists far worse than me. These are the people that have taken my beliefs for their own, the crooks, and they’ve taken it too far and too out of context. Thus, it’s true that the problem of groupthink has gotten worse as time has moved on. While Wildcat City was in desperate need of all these changes, and it was showing us functioning for the better, these purists still wanted us to be outdated as we were before, and didn’t give one bit of care towards those who hated us.
I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s some activist group they belong to that wants Wildcat City to be its own stand-alone nation, because these purists have gone as far as writing letters to Cripto and telling him to obey them or die, and by obeying them, his powers would make us relocate to our own desert island. It would magically place new farmland in place of where we were, Cripto later revealed, but it would all be farmland. (This nation needs more farmers to do their jobs, though, because no one’s going to get fed if they don’t have places to work.) Of course, Cripto didn’t go through with it; he instead reported these death threats to the police, and they’re working overtime to combat this group at the risk of violating First Amendment rights (as if we didn’t do that already).
What is groupthink, you ask? Groupthink is a psychological phenomenon that occurs within a group of people, in which the desire for harmony or conformity in the group results in an irrational or dysfunctional decision-making outcome. Group members try to minimize conflict and reach a consensus decision without critical evaluation of alternative viewpoints, by actively suppressing dissenting viewpoints, and by isolating themselves from outside influences. Wildcat City’s furry population was certainly guilty of that; 99.99% of them wouldn’t use electronics, the internet, and didn’t own a television. (That percentage is dropping, and I’m no longer part of it.)
Loyalty to the group requires individuals to avoid raising controversial issues or alternative solutions, and there is loss of individual creativity, uniqueness and independent thinking. The dysfunctional group dynamics of the “in-group” produces an “illusion of invulnerability” (an inflated certainty that the right decision has been made). Thus, the “in-group” significantly overrates its own abilities in decision-making, and significantly underrates the abilities of its opponents (the “out-group”). Furthermore, groupthink can produce dehumanizing actions against the “out-group.”
This is the bit I’m guilty of most; look at how I tried to shove my beliefs down others throats and make the world so black and white. It will forever be some shade of gray and not black and white. I’ve learned that the hard way. I’ve also wondered many times if simply being alive is worth it, and Junira has helped to show me that it is worth every minute of it, even if I endangered myself to becoming a heartless.
Antecedent factors such as group cohesiveness, faulty group structure, and situational context (e.g., community panic) play into the likelihood of whether or not groupthink will impact the decision-making process.
Groupthink is a construct of social psychology, but has an extensive reach and influences literature in the fields of communication studies, political science, management, and organizational theory, as well as important aspects of deviant religious cult behavior.
Groupthink is sometimes stated to occur (more broadly) within natural groups within the community, for example to explain the lifelong different mindsets of conservatives versus liberals, or the solitary nature of introverts. However, this conformity of viewpoints within a group does not mainly involve deliberate group decision-making, and thus is perhaps better explained by the collective confirmation bias of the individual members of the group.
This was a lifelong problem for Wildcat City all throughout its history; all I did was take it to the next level. It took my head injury and the recent terrorism to finally wake up the world about it, and Wildcat City’s population is sick of hearing about it in the news and from extremists and activist groups like the one that want Cripto to convince Mayor Clarkson to separate us for real. It also revealed to the world two possibilities according to one newspaper writer: 1) I am a victim of groupthink, or 2) I am a thief and must be thrown in prison for it, because I stole the beliefs of the town and made them my own. 93.5% of people surveyed voted for option number one.
What my biggest concern, however, is what might happen next. Either the world’s terrorists or Bendraqi are going to use all these things against us, whether on the battlefield or in court. I have never had a court trial because the judges feared what the world might do to them if they were to rule against me, and because, for all these years, just using my name ended crimes and led criminals to wish for death to overtake them. Why else do these idiots want me to die, even though it won’t happen? Exactly. They bought into Bendraqi’s lies and twisted them around. The difference is that they do not wish to destroy the world as Bendraqi wants to do. They just want to rid the world of me.
They probably want to conquer it for themselves, especially the religious ones; Islam has something called jihad, which I believe is supposed to be their attempt to eradicate all who are not Muslim. Somebody correct me if I’m wrong. This differs from Christianity, which clearly states there shall be no killing of anybody; it is, in fact, the sixth of the Ten Commandments. This also shows why people who lived in my neighborhood blame jihad for fueling the entire 9/11 terrorist attacks, which we G-52s failed to stop because Bendraqi had us occupied in an asteroid attack that would’ve destroyed the world otherwise. The world doesn’t even know it happened these days. They only remember Bendraqi telling the whole world on live television that it should’ve been him who destroyed those towers, and not Osama bin Laden and all his cronies. That’s his family story, though: lazy but wanting all the glory.
These thoughts all flooded my mind as I made my way to the police station so my comrades and I could help Cripto get over this problem. Even his fellow band members had arrived, for they didn’t want to lose their frontman, who felt this was a case where his battle uniform wasn’t necessary. “There’s no Furry Fury without you,” Sam Streak commented. “Believe me.”
“I believe you,” Cripto replied. “I just wish I didn’t overreact to everything and take things personally, even though that’s part of the autism that tries to weigh me down. I can’t even believe there’s all those idiots trying to find a cure for it.”
“There will never be a cure for it, soldier,” I replied, “but don’t let it get you down. This world has benefited from autistic people; Chuong and his friends have shown us that.”
“Did you catch the title of the group?” Sheriff Crackshot asked Cripto.
“I think so, yes,” Cripto replied as he dragged out a letter he kept. “Listen to this. It reads as follows: ‘Hello, stupid. This is Dr. Ida Know, president of the Traditions and Pure Morals Society.’ Boy, that’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“I agree,” I said. “That wounds my spirit. Anyway, go on.”
“Okay. It continues, ‘What led you and all those cronies of yours to suddenly change our image? Do you not see how great our city is being outdated and mediocre, accepting common standards within all our peoples? You and all those other furries violated all our norms just by being part of the music industry. You’re playing the wrong music. Sousa would condemn you for certain; you know he hated all things new, and so should you.’ Did he?”
“Mostly jazz and the new recording machines.”
“Okay. ‘Worst of all, you took Leo the Patriotic Lion, our greatest crusader for all things pure, and all things that the way this world should be, but aren’t, and finally got him to raise the white flag and go for all these technologies he fought so hard to avoid.’ I didn’t do that. Nobody did that. Irwin was just having fun. ‘In short, if you don’t reverse this, and also, if you don’t tell the mayor to pass the law that separates us from the nation into our own, because America has had enough of us anyway, you shall die. You should have died when you were two years old. Have a nice day.’ Have a nice day?”
“Weird,” said Super C. “Even weirder to the point it’s humorous is that his name is Ida Know. He doesn’t know a thing! He’s either an exact clone of Bendraqi or another terrorist that bought into all this lies and twisted them around.”
“How long have you been trying to apprehend these dorks?” D.W. asked the cops.
“Ever since Eraquis restored our world,” Sheriff Crackshot replied. “They’ll defeat the opposition with their own opposition or die trying. They’ll kill our mayor or die trying.”
“I knew I was a death target, but now I’m really the world’s public enemy number one,” Mayor Clarkson winced. “How long to do we have to put up with this masquerade of trouble?”
“I wish I could answer that, Mayor,” I said. “It’s not you that’s ultimately at fault; it’s me. My past will haunt me forever. It’s a good thing I’m taking all those anger management classes.”
“I thought you finished that.”
“It was for about 10 months total, but I elected to continue after that. Plus, the world has seen how I’m opening my eyes and ears to local cultures and their norms. All we have here is a case of groupthink gone bad. Yet the sad truth is that it was what our city’s founding fathers wanted, even thought it was only created for furry refugees that wanted to get away from human torture. But history gives humans all the glory when it comes to things such as racism and sexism.”
“What do you call furries to humans, vice-versa, or furries to furries?”
“Speciesism. Same immoral things, though.”
“I thought so. Plus, his name is Dr. Know when it should be Dr. No.”
“Obscure James Bond humor, but that’s a good one. We like that.”
Later, our duties led us to search the city for Dr. Know and his cronies. Cripto hid in his house and had his band by his side for support. The rest of us used our regular radars and technologies that benefitted humankind to look for the group who posed death threats towards the hero of purity. When the radars began beeping like crazy, we soon found ourselves outside the abandoned Pro Lumber warehouse building that previous groups of criminals had used as a hideout, and Bendraqi himself had used this as well. It boggled my mind that it hadn’t sold. “You’d think something else would go in,” I said.
“This world’s destruction delayed that,” the Sheriff replied, “but there are plans to put a new bowling alley in here. This one will differ from the other ones in that it will be smoke-free and it won’t serve alcohol.”
“I thought so,” said the mayor. “The leagues that I bowl in wanted to make the switch because they got tired of all the smoke. Instead, I think the alleys are experimenting with making all their establishments smoke-free. Cripto’s got lanes in his basement so he doesn’t need to go there.”
“True,” said Super C, “but he will anyway in case his band has a charity fundraiser going, and they always bowl at those. Anyway, let us find these dummies.”
We entered the building and had to use flashlights (or in Super C’s case, his light vision) to locate the group’s whereabouts. It didn’t help that they had the lights in one room on, of course, but it led us to wonder if the warehouse owner had remembered to label everything. There’s nothing more dangerous than an unlabeled fuse box, after all. There’s also nothing worse than a boss that is impossible to satisfy. Such was the case with Dr. Know. Nothing pleased him, especially not the news about Cripto that his death didn’t happen.
“You idiots!” he screamed. “Now we have to do something else to kill him off and return this town to what it rightfully will be! My reputation is at stake!”
“So is your mouth,” I said as we broke the door down and entered the room.
“YOU!” Dr. Know shouted when he saw me. “YOU TRAITOR! GOING BACK ON ALL YOUR BELIEFS AND PROMISES AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! JUST WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOUR PARENTS WOULD SURELY BE FURIOUS WITH YOU RIGHT NOW! YOU HAVE GONE BACK ON WHAT YOU WERE TAUGHT!”
“Now who’s bellowing?” I said calmly. “Now tell us just what you thought when you told Cripto to die if he didn’t separate us for real.”
“YOU IMBECILE! YOU KNOW WHY I DID IT! YOU KNOW WHY OUR CITY WAS FOUNDED! YOU KNOW WHY WE WERE BETTER OFF LIKE WE WERE UNTIL YOU TURNED TRAITOR! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU AREN’T DEAD!”
“So you want us all dead, do you, creep?” D.W. snorted.
“ALL OF YOU, YES! HOW MUCH BETTER OUR CITY WOULD BE IF IT HAD STAYED THE WAY IT WAS, AND HOW MUCH BETTER HISTORY WOULD BE IF YOU WERE NEVER BORN, AND IF YOUR WRETCHED MOUTH WAS SEALED FOREVER WITH DUCT TAPE!” On and on this weirdo went, ranting about the past and allegedly how better off we were had I never been born, had our city stayed as it was and continued to get the guff and praise it was getting, and had the G-52s never been formed.
“He’s lost it!” Thunderstorm Sam lamented.
“I don’t think he had it to start with,” H.H. replied. “He lives up to his name. That’s certain. He doesn’t know a darn thing because he won’t do a darn thing but scream.”
“We’re not going to budge until you sludge!” Laser Liger finally interjected, uttering one of his catchphrases.
“Boy, it’s a good thing Cripto’s not here,” the Sheriff commented. “He’d really have reasons to quit the G-52 organization, and that’s a disaster waiting to happen that’s ten thousand times worse than 9/11.”
“I agree,” said Super C. “This world needs him and his music.”
It took about an hour, but Dr. Know finally ran out of breath, and all the while, failed to notice the police had already arrested the rest of the gang. Eventually, he broke down in tears and began begging me to spare his own life in spite of the fact he wished for death on all of us. “Typical,” I sighed. “It’s the same old story for years running now. He thinks I’m going to give him a taste of his own medicine. He gave me a taste of mine, that’s for sure.”
“Don’t hurt me!” Dr. Know wailed. “Just don’t hurt me, please!” The tears kept on flowing.
“The trial will decide your fate,” the Sheriff replied. “For now, put these on. Also, it’s standard procedure, so you do have the right to remain silent. Anything you say should you give up that right can and will be used against you in court. An attorney will be provided to you free of charge if you cannot afford one.”
Later, the all-clear was given for Cripto and the band to come back out, so they were able to join us for lunch at Maximum Mighty Melt, although not without the press wanting to speak to us. We didn’t mind, though; it was breaking news in truth, and the press would have spoken to us anyway, so we told them it was easier for us to let them talk to us at a Maximum Mighty Melt. The one we went to was the one closest to the police station (which was the one we usually ate at anyway). That way, the cops could easily go back to work. We answered all their questions to the best of their ability, and all recording was done outside in the parking lot, since the bulk of interviews were for me, the Sheriff, and the mayor. Cripto answered a few questions of his own with his band’s help. (This was live television, actually, but it was recorded for later use in later newscasts; WBC is a pro of that technique and it is a good one to use.)
By the time all was finished and the press had done their duties, we were able to order our meals and enjoy. “I just hope it’s the last death threat that’s ever towards you or me,” Cripto commented to the mayor while watching ESPN’s latest coverage of bowling that was the PBA League. “It hurts, and I worry I may have nightmares about this.”
“I think you have nothing to worry about, Cripto,” Mayor Clarkson replied. “I’m the bigger target than you, and while that’s nothing to be proud of, it’s the truth. And yet, it’s amazing to some people but not surprising to me, that in the end, Dr. Know was nothing but a big coward, even though he was so mean to his supporters.”
“Most bullies are, Mayor,” I nodded. “Most bullies are.”
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Jack: There's a saying that goes like this; if your friends doesn't like you because of your views or who you are, they weren't your friends in the first place.
Zax: Either Ida has connections with terrorists or just an idiot thinking Wildcat City will be perfectly safe as its own island nation.
Chuong: The terrorists actually want Wildcat City to be its own world for obvious reasons you know.
Jarek: Glad the autism research papers are returned to the Univ. of Rugby in its rightful place. Let's hope Lechoslaw doesn't snag confidential research info from universities again. Not only he can fly thanks to being a crow; he's also fast too. That Polish Syndicate drives me up the wall!
Shi: Plus it took six people to restrain him too. When criminals have wings on their backs, it gets tricky. One must be fast to stop them before they fly away.
Zax: Either Ida has connections with terrorists or just an idiot thinking Wildcat City will be perfectly safe as its own island nation.
Chuong: The terrorists actually want Wildcat City to be its own world for obvious reasons you know.
Jarek: Glad the autism research papers are returned to the Univ. of Rugby in its rightful place. Let's hope Lechoslaw doesn't snag confidential research info from universities again. Not only he can fly thanks to being a crow; he's also fast too. That Polish Syndicate drives me up the wall!
Shi: Plus it took six people to restrain him too. When criminals have wings on their backs, it gets tricky. One must be fast to stop them before they fly away.
Leo: The terrorists aren't the only ones. Another thing we cannot let them get their hands on our the volumes of history of our city and all its problems and triumphs. There's 65 volumes in total and counting.
Super C: Guess the writers had nothing better to write about.
Leo: Doesn't seem like it, no. But it has helped us trace our history of our families.
L.L.: (Lion of Liberty) And that includes me; one of my ancestors served the Union when he was 12 years old, as a drummer boy, of course.
Cripto: Interesting. I haven't been able to do my family yet. Meanwhile, it's not going to be easy keeping Wildcat City as part of America. I just hope I don't have another freakout.
Leo: So do we. George Smith had no right to say what he said from an ethical viewpoint because it pierced your heart of purity in half. From a legalistic perspective, he did, because that's free speech and how it's used.
King Leo: It goes to show what happens when you take a place like Kriegland and base all its laws on morals; you end up down in the dumps. If Bendraqi and his cronies had never bothered to destroy it, we'd have never come here.
Leo: But you wouldn't have blessed the world with your music either.
King Leo: True.
Cripto: How'd they find you?
King Leo: By accident. They saw how the miracle forces of the supernatural let us know what was going on here, so they assumed we emigrated Earth, or something. It was so long ago.
Cripto: Have you kept a time capsule?
King Leo: We have. It records our history from its beginnings to its destruction, just like Thundera, the original home of the ThunderCats. *to you* So add those to the list: the autism research, our time capsule, and Wildcat City's history books. They are treated like the Holy Grail, and we cannot let the terrorists get at them.
Super C: Guess the writers had nothing better to write about.
Leo: Doesn't seem like it, no. But it has helped us trace our history of our families.
L.L.: (Lion of Liberty) And that includes me; one of my ancestors served the Union when he was 12 years old, as a drummer boy, of course.
Cripto: Interesting. I haven't been able to do my family yet. Meanwhile, it's not going to be easy keeping Wildcat City as part of America. I just hope I don't have another freakout.
Leo: So do we. George Smith had no right to say what he said from an ethical viewpoint because it pierced your heart of purity in half. From a legalistic perspective, he did, because that's free speech and how it's used.
King Leo: It goes to show what happens when you take a place like Kriegland and base all its laws on morals; you end up down in the dumps. If Bendraqi and his cronies had never bothered to destroy it, we'd have never come here.
Leo: But you wouldn't have blessed the world with your music either.
King Leo: True.
Cripto: How'd they find you?
King Leo: By accident. They saw how the miracle forces of the supernatural let us know what was going on here, so they assumed we emigrated Earth, or something. It was so long ago.
Cripto: Have you kept a time capsule?
King Leo: We have. It records our history from its beginnings to its destruction, just like Thundera, the original home of the ThunderCats. *to you* So add those to the list: the autism research, our time capsule, and Wildcat City's history books. They are treated like the Holy Grail, and we cannot let the terrorists get at them.
Chuong: You got it! None of them will be touched by the terrorists. Cordell has the autism research papers back though but asked Richard to store them in our North American UN1024 underground base in Rugby.
Jack: Ooh rah! Wildcat City's history books and King Leo's time capsule will be safe. Oh wait, this is Wildcat City and its hard to steal those out of this city without being spotted. But I'll put in the extra effort to make sure they can't leave this city or their respective places.
Jill: Just remember those hon. An extra help won't hurt you know. Plus, we got Gary in this too. So no one is going to touch Wildcat City's history books or King Leo's time capsule.
Zax: Don't know if Bendraqi wants them or not since he's obsessed with destroying this world but the terrorists are going to want them badly. And heavens forbid any of them show up in this city this Independence Day. Good thing China has agreed to assist American soldiers should a terror attack happen in America on Independence Day. This is going to mark the first time that China has directly assisted the Americans in saving their own country. And from there, China and America, like the rest of the world, will be more allied against evil than ever before!
Shi: Mmhmm! Plus, the Americans will finally get to see the real Chinese soldiers; not the ones portrayed by the media where they criticize us as some scary giant army who want to take over the world. Not to mention, America's military technology rivals a lot against our military technology. Every time we come up with something new, the Americans come up with something even newer and more complicated. So if the Americans fear us, guess what? We Chinese fear the Americans just as much too! But all that will change in the end after we win against Zachary this Independence Day.
Jack: Ooh rah! Wildcat City's history books and King Leo's time capsule will be safe. Oh wait, this is Wildcat City and its hard to steal those out of this city without being spotted. But I'll put in the extra effort to make sure they can't leave this city or their respective places.
Jill: Just remember those hon. An extra help won't hurt you know. Plus, we got Gary in this too. So no one is going to touch Wildcat City's history books or King Leo's time capsule.
Zax: Don't know if Bendraqi wants them or not since he's obsessed with destroying this world but the terrorists are going to want them badly. And heavens forbid any of them show up in this city this Independence Day. Good thing China has agreed to assist American soldiers should a terror attack happen in America on Independence Day. This is going to mark the first time that China has directly assisted the Americans in saving their own country. And from there, China and America, like the rest of the world, will be more allied against evil than ever before!
Shi: Mmhmm! Plus, the Americans will finally get to see the real Chinese soldiers; not the ones portrayed by the media where they criticize us as some scary giant army who want to take over the world. Not to mention, America's military technology rivals a lot against our military technology. Every time we come up with something new, the Americans come up with something even newer and more complicated. So if the Americans fear us, guess what? We Chinese fear the Americans just as much too! But all that will change in the end after we win against Zachary this Independence Day.
Leo: You are afraid of us, are you? Then it's a nice balance, I suppose.
Captain C: I guarantee you the United Kingdom is on the case; Her Majesty and Cameron are sending some of our own troops to assist as needed. You Chinese got there first, however, so you play the trump card in how you want to do this.
Super C: This may be the most profitable mileage we've gotten out of China since the building of the transcontienental railroad, although much of us was being cruel towards your people. Or was it?
Leo: Sometimes. It was cheap labor.
Captain C: I guarantee you the United Kingdom is on the case; Her Majesty and Cameron are sending some of our own troops to assist as needed. You Chinese got there first, however, so you play the trump card in how you want to do this.
Super C: This may be the most profitable mileage we've gotten out of China since the building of the transcontienental railroad, although much of us was being cruel towards your people. Or was it?
Leo: Sometimes. It was cheap labor.
Shi: Chinese immigrants but that's back then. China and UK aren't the only countries involved here. Literally every single country around the world are going to send in their troops one way or another to assist the Americans.
Chuong: Most of them are going to send in spec ops units only though since they need soldiers to defend their countries because many countries are small like Vietnam. So do expect the Americans to see Vietnamese spec ops soldiers and boy that would be an interesting meeting there. They'd be talking about their fathers being in the Vietnam War and why they fought.
Helfried: Germany is going to be on this case big time.
Avon: Belgium too.
Kirk: You got the Canadians.
Jon: And don't forget Mexican soldiers crossing the border to back your people up too. So you literally have the entire world helping your American troops to take their country back from Zachary that day.
Cipriano/Cecil: And believe it or not, Cuba has offered to help you as well despite our past. Sure we may be communist and you've done a lot of things that ticked us off but in times like these, you'll need our help. Plus, it concerns our national security because of our proximity to your country. Not to mention, if Zachary sends terrorists to Cuba, that's where it concerns us. Puerto Rico isn't far from us either so yes we will send Cuban soldiers to your country to assist your troops.
Zax: That's ironic because your country was our enemy for a while.
Cipriano/Cecil: But we move on. I'm the bridge between Cuba and America. If Cripto helped my country, then it is not only my duty but the duty of the Cuban soldiers to help America back in times like this. We may be a smaller country but we will help America.
Chuong: Most of them are going to send in spec ops units only though since they need soldiers to defend their countries because many countries are small like Vietnam. So do expect the Americans to see Vietnamese spec ops soldiers and boy that would be an interesting meeting there. They'd be talking about their fathers being in the Vietnam War and why they fought.
Helfried: Germany is going to be on this case big time.
Avon: Belgium too.
Kirk: You got the Canadians.
Jon: And don't forget Mexican soldiers crossing the border to back your people up too. So you literally have the entire world helping your American troops to take their country back from Zachary that day.
Cipriano/Cecil: And believe it or not, Cuba has offered to help you as well despite our past. Sure we may be communist and you've done a lot of things that ticked us off but in times like these, you'll need our help. Plus, it concerns our national security because of our proximity to your country. Not to mention, if Zachary sends terrorists to Cuba, that's where it concerns us. Puerto Rico isn't far from us either so yes we will send Cuban soldiers to your country to assist your troops.
Zax: That's ironic because your country was our enemy for a while.
Cipriano/Cecil: But we move on. I'm the bridge between Cuba and America. If Cripto helped my country, then it is not only my duty but the duty of the Cuban soldiers to help America back in times like this. We may be a smaller country but we will help America.
Yes. The biggest sparks came from Leo's head injury and the heartless destruction. When Eraquis restored Earth (ask Zanta Keplicus for more info), the battle for justice just got crazier.
Zanta Keplicus for more info), the battle for justice just got crazier.
Yes; you'd do best to stay out of it. That way, you'll stay alive. Too many G-52s are getting hurt. First it was the Avenger taking a blow to the head with a Mosin Nagant rifle, which is what also got Boomcat. In between those two was Leo's head injury, in which the weapon used was a Colt .45 revolver. And now, Super Slash took a double dose with a Remmington 700 and Pfeifer Zeliska.
But what do they all have in common? They were all done by terroists other than Bendraqi, whether or not they were paid by him to do so. Bendraqi, meanwhile, kept wanting all the glory for himself, and screamed at the world that it should have been him. He can't finish any job he starts. They can.
But what do they all have in common? They were all done by terroists other than Bendraqi, whether or not they were paid by him to do so. Bendraqi, meanwhile, kept wanting all the glory for himself, and screamed at the world that it should have been him. He can't finish any job he starts. They can.
Jihad doesn't actually mean eradicate all non-Muslims, that's just what frightened white people told you. However, there are Muslim extremists who use the term to justify their violent acts. The term is used in a variety of ways, basically to define some kind of struggle to attain righteousness within the religion. If that sounds vague, it's because it is. Also, while Christianity dictates no killing, there have been millions of people killed as a result of Christian teachings. Of course, for all the Islam vs. Christianity rhetoric, the two religions are essentially the same, derived from the same tales. The only reason for the fighting between the two is because religion makes people insane. The only think that separates any organized religion of a common cult is public familiarity.
It doesn't? Fancy that. And I think I said what I said because I see it in the news all the time: people are tolerant of other religions in other countries, including Islam, but when it comes to Christianity, they think they have to wipe it out. In fact, China has a signficiant number of martyrs for this cause. And soon, Americans like me will become one.
That means you're off the hook.
That means you're off the hook.
It's exceedingly unlikely that you're going to be the victim of a violent Islamic-based crime. While America has experienced such crime, it is rare, and it's especially rare that a crime could result in a large number of fatalities. 9/11 made Americans paranoid and distrustful, people are always saying we need to get rid of all Muslims, but the fact is that far less than 1% of the world's Muslim population have committed an act of terror. Which is human nature in a nutshell, especially here in America - the actions of an insignificant percentage of a certain group of people commands the way we judge the culture. From that perspective, it's easy to see why foreigners are soured on the American majority. And that's why you'll notice I disregard Muslim terrorists in any discussion like this because they don't, in any way, represent the whole of the faith. They're just an easy scapegoat for the self-righteous.
But the main point is, regardless of what they say on Fox News, American Christians like yourself are not in danger, or being oppressed.
But the main point is, regardless of what they say on Fox News, American Christians like yourself are not in danger, or being oppressed.
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