Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Short Story: Believe

Believe, or, Words to a Prime Ministerial candidate about to engage in live televised debate with his rivals.

A micro-dialogue by me.

"No, it’s not that simple. The thing you have to remember is that it doesn’t matter if you’re right or wrong. It only matters that you have conviction in what you’re saying, what you’re arguing. The accuracy of facts, the veracity of your statements, facts can be created and manipulated, quotes reassigned and invented after the event. Just go out there and say it like every word is the truth. Go out there and say it like every word that that smug bastard is saying is poison, say it like every word that Sloane Square Oxbridge Trust Fund cunt is saying is a personal affront, not just to you but to the audience in the studio, and the people at home. Because if you believe in what you say, even if it’s misattributed or misquoted, or just plain made-up, if you convince that audience of your belief, then you are selling honesty, integrity: by virtue, you are an honest man, with integrity. And then you win the election – ‘cos everyone thinks the honest politician is a gift from god, a messiah, a shoe-in, regardless of his policy. Look at Christianity, Judaism, all the made-up religions. They all say the same thing, be nice, believe in God, don’t lift a finger on the Holy Day, givvus yer fooking money – yet they are all at war with each other, purely because of the misappropriated faith and belief of their followers, the faith and belief in a description of god from 2000-odd years ago that they think is the right one. If we can garner a tenth of that belief in you, We don’t need policy, consultation, consensus, compromise – just your face on the billboards. Believe what you think you know. Believe."

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