Blood and Oil

Author’s Notes:

-I hope some of the logic of the man’s actions makes sense. I’m going to assume everyone here understands why he would do that, as American media is everywhere, and I feel condescending if I give a big lecture on America’s thing with the Middle East and oil. If not, please let me know, like with anything else.

- I also realize Tweedledee and Tweedledum are very easy to identify. I’m not saying these actions ever took place, so don’t accuse me of libel, as I have no evidence to support such. However, I DO have evidence for their other actions that are just as disgusting as this (i.e. starting the roots of Tea Party movement, dictating higher education, etc.), and therefore this can be somewhat be seen as something that *could* happen.

-This, btw, is going to be the last episode where it’s kind of a mini story. All of this is building up to something much more intense and different, so stay tuned!

“What’s next?” the interrogator asked, sitting in his chair.

The men closed his eyes. He had been interrogated for the past five hours, and still hadn’t fully recovered from being electrocuted. He wanted to collapse into a deep sleep, but the chair was too uncomfortable. Or maybe it wasn’t….

“I didn’t say we were done, damn it,” the interrogator scolded.

The man shook his head, opening his eyes. “Sorry. I’m just…tired.”

“And I’m not?” the interrogator asked.

The man shook his head. “I believe the next subject we wanted to discuss was the Free-Thinking Act.”

“Yes it was, snoop.”  He rubbed his eyes, yawning, “Such a liberal-named bill. If only that was the case.” He cracked his knuckles. “Refresh my memory on the bill.”

The man said, “Well, it vouched any causes that were not standardized for teaching in public schools, such as Creationism and Holocaust denial.”

The interrogator perked up a bit, but then again yawned, “And why was that?”

“Well, through my Senate term, I had gained some support from the Tweedledee and Tweedledum. They are known for their very large oil business.” The man paused to yawn. “They were having some issues with a new Saudi oil company due to their Jewish roots, but wanted to work with them since they made a lot of money from the first deal they made with them six month prior. So, they agreed to fund my reelection campaign if I helped with their image to the Saudi oil company by allowing vouchers in education to allow educators to teach Holocaust denial.”

The interrogator squinted and asked, “You know, it’s nice that you understand that America is run by economic interest rather than democracy, but we do, I dunno, support a country, even against our own economic interests, that happens to be the only Jewish state in the world?”

The man nodded. “Yes, I realize that.”

“Then why did you agree to it?” the interrogator shouted, his pupils dilating.

“I—”

“I know the answer, damn it!” The interrogator slammed his fist on the table. “It was a rhetorical question, you donkey, you elephant; whatever the fuck you are! Jesus Mary!” He let his head dropped on the desk, his arms splayed out across the table. The man, no longer fazed by anything after being electrocuted, decided to close his eyes.

“Was Israel the one who was originally upset, or a grassroots organization?”

The man awoke again, this time, according to the clock installed a few hours before hand, three minutes later. His blinked his eyes closed and open to keep himself awake as he said, “It was first an outcry from the secular community for the Creationist part. Then Israel discovered the Holocaust denial part, and that’s when most of the media got on board in supporting them. From there the bill, which was about to go through the House, had no support from the majority of the House, so it

The man shrugged. “They realized it was a dead end, so while I didn’t get the money, they would definitely consider working with me again.”

“How badly did that taint your reputation?” The interrogator massaged his forehead, and then his eyes.

“Very much so; my approval rating dropped twenty percent points.” He looked around the room for a distraction. “Though, to be fair, I already had a zero percent rating for my votes on education reform policies.”

The interrogator sighed, not amused. “You make it sound so simple and innocent, yet what you did was so wrong.” His eyes looked down at the desk, then at the man. “How did you make it so simple? Do you regret that?”

“No, it got me money and votes.” He paused, looking solemnly at the desk. “Even if my sister disowned me.”