Tom Propagahndi
The war has started,
Are you on the right side?

The following role-play you are about to read is true. The names have not been changed to protect the guilty. However, I do not condone drinking and driving, I just find this situation to be quite humorous.

Entry: pro·pa·gan·da
Pronunciation: "prä-p&-'gan-d&, "prO-
Function: noun
Etymology: New Latin, from Congregatio de propaganda fide Congregation for propagating the faith, organization established by Pope Gregory XV †1623
Date: 1718
1 : capitalized : a congregation of the Roman curia having jurisdiction over missionary territories and related institutions
2 : the spreading of ideas, information, or rumor for the purpose of helping or injuring an institution, a cause, or a person
3 : ideas, facts, or allegations spread deliberately to further one's cause or to damage an opposing cause; also : a public action having such an effect
- pro·pa·gan·dist /-dist/ noun or adjective
- pro·pa·gan·dis·tic /-"gan-'dis-tik/ adjective
- pro·pa·gan·dis·ti·cal·ly /-ti-k(&-)lE/ adverb

       We pick up the story not very far from where we left off, any home in any city. We all have been there at some point in our lives. Tom Propagahndi is sitting in an old wood rocking chair with his arms on his lap, swaying back and forth. The clothes on his back include a pair of navy blue slacks and a grey sweater. His eyes have a green tint to them, but almost look lifeless, as if he has not one single emotion in his body. His hair has a blandishing brown tint to it, and accompanying that is a light beard of the same shade. He pauses for a moment, and takes a drink of his coffee. Tom opens his mouth for a moment, but no words come out. Inaudibly, he speaks, but nothing comes out. Propagahndi gets annoyed by this and continues to rock there, now with his left index finger on his lip, ever so gently, tapping it.

       This indifferent character that we know as Tom Propagahndi puts his right hand on his heart. He shifts his body from the rocking in the chair to an immobile state. Slowly, but ever so surely, he raises his head to the sky and begins to think. What exactly he is thinking about, we do not know. His silence gives us the idea that something drastic has happened in this character's life and he hasn't been the same since.

       "This house is haunted. I tell you," the tormented man says. "Every house in America is haunted. The propaganda war has begun," as this troubled man's mood begins to shift. "Every home is filled with this indistinct information created to make us believe we are safe. We are not safe!" The look on this character's face changes from a peaceful look, to emotions of subtle anger. "How can you feel safe when you have a president who is a former drug-addict? You put the future of your children in the hands of a drug-addict!?" This man is obviously distracted with a hard nut to crack. This eccentric has beliefs that we have never even considered. "Is that how things work nowadays? We give up our liberty for security?" The man is sincerely bothered by this situation, as he continues his lecture, "Maybe people are right. We need someone to put our trust into, and that's why I'm here."

       "With a lack of dedicated leaders in our world, I, Tom Propagahndi, will dedicate my life to the truth, the truth that the American people need to be given. I will be the leader of not only the American people, but internationally, the word will be shared. I sat in my home and watched it all happen. Could I have saved us on that fateful day if I had said something? I stay up late at night and think about it. I wonder why only I knew about it. Why couldn't others', who is more brave than I am, step up and take control? Why did it happen, and why to such a man like me? The answers are conclusive to me now."

       "September 11, 2001. Terror struck fast, too fast for most of us. More than 130,000 Manhattan citizens are still suffering from anxiety disorders. That number is extremely high considering less than 5,000 people died in the September 11 attacks. Do I blame our government for these numbers? I do, and I honestly do. The attacks in New York had the after effects that they wanted."

       "George W. Bush is a tyrant in the making. With all reports pointing to the fact that he knew of the attack's pre-9/11, George has been avoiding the press and such as much as possible. When asked about these allegations, he threw a temper-tantrum. No, I'm not saying that I wish Al Gore was in office, because that man was a true-blooded moron. I wish that George Bush's decisiveness was thought out more, though."

       "George Bush, Sr. The advocate of the real N.W.O. George Bush had an idea. He may not have known at the time of the consequences of this idea. In 1991, directly ten years before 9/11, George Bush, Sr. announced a plan of "global government," Or the New World Order. Ten years later, this plan may actually be coming into effect. Many European nations, including the EU, have said that the New World Order is needed to save the world. If I don't do something, nobody else will."

       Tom Propagahndi pauses for a moment, and takes another sip of his coffee which is in a milk-glass cup. He sets the cup on the old handmade wood table to the right of him. He rubs his face again. This time, while slicking the back of his light brown hair, he gets out of his chair and walks up to the fireplace which was directly in front of him. As he looks into the fire, his lifeless eyes are lit up. His soul has been lit up. He just stares into the fireplace resembling karma. He sees an illusion that only he could have seen.

       Propagahdi's face turns to a look of disgust and anger, what he sees sparks these emotions. Such a feeling for something must be very strong. What he sees is his whole life and the whole world for that matter.

       Tom is able to control himself for several moments, as he strokes his beard in a fashion. Without any warning, his face begins to turn red. Tom's disgust is now clear as if it was laying in a transparent glass. The noises of animals are heard for a small second, but then there is a pure silence that overcomes the scenery. Tom's look on his face is a face that could kill a pigeon.

       "This is all I have, all I have is this tinily broken down log cabin home. For a man who has done so much in his life, why would I have so little? My wife was a beautiful woman. She had pretty eyes, and a pirate smile. She was perfect for me. But, the events of September 11 took her away from me! She was on the 73rd floor of the World Trade Center building. Such an innocent woman dies and they look at you without a single care. They look at me, but I can't care. They have taken so much away from me that I can't care. The fate of the world is in my hands."

       Now, it all begins to fall into place. The more you look at this man's problems, the more you can relate them to your own personal situations. Everyone knows how it feels to lose a loved one, especially on September 11. Time will never pass without suffering from that event. Every moment of our life can be characterized by this event, the mass terror that it caused, and so forth. The man in the rocking chair begins to become acrimonious.

       "How can they all be so selfish? Look at you all . . .  Why don't you face up to the fact why you're all here. You're here to become victims of the government's propaganda. You all think he's some hero now don't you? You think he's someone better now? Where were you when he was the struggling drug-addict? Where were you all when he was struggling in the decision making of our country? You were doing something else, without a care. But now . . .  Now you all talk about how amazing them has handled things, I guess now he's some real hero, huh?"

       "The acts of September 11 have proved to be the most selfish deeds, for a personal gain. But, it wasn't the first time we've had a crisis for a self-lucre. It has been happening since Roosevelt did it back in the 1900's. Could someone's life be so miserable that they must control every person to feel comfortable with themselves?"

       "I will have my self-loathing revenge. This revenge will not just be for me, though. This revenge will be for everyone. I will show what side they really are on. Tyranny will not prevail in this way. It never has, and never will!"

       "I know they're listening. I know they are out there. Don't be so easy to trust any face you see, because they might not be who you thought they were. Sometimes you perceive someone to be exactly the opposite of whom they really are."

       Tom then begins walking to the dark wood door. He is going on a walk. This walk will be where he thinks about life, and what he had said. He looks up to the sky and sees the stars and looks for a star that he has given to his wife. After finding it, he nods his head and walks back toward his log cabin. This night, he stays up late again, thinking about what he has said. He knows this is a big step in his career, but he is ready to accept it, and move totally forward with his life. He can do nothing more than progress.

. . . F A D E . . .

       The picture opens up with an effervescent image. This image is a picture of sort with an oak frame around it. There are three humans sitting, and smiling. They look to be avoiding karma with their smiles. There is a disturbance between this dysfunctional family. One of these illustrious characters is a child, a young boy. He is missing his two front teeth, yet is still happy. The other two characters are the parents of this child. The female has Auburn hair, green eyes, and a life to live. The man to the right of her is recognized as the same man who stole the Elemental title from Night Howler on Threshold this past week. Suddenly, the young boy fades out. This just leaves the parents, symbolizing of a losing of a loved one. Without warning, the mother of this family fades away, leaving the man alone. Things happened to abruptly that it would be hard to understand what Tom Propagahndi is going through. Forthwith, a hand knocks over the picture. The glass shatters stupendously.

       The propaganda starts off by the cabin of Tom Propagahndi in the middle of nowhere. Tom is sitting on a large rock in a deep state of pondering. The sky has a caliginous tint to it. It is well past anyone's bedtime. The only light comes from the radiant moon above. The animals in the forest lay silent surrounding Tom's cabin are laying silent. Tom stands up from his rock, and begins to walk to the lake that is visible from Tom's cabin. He begins to look at his reflection. He is thinking about who he really is. His reflection looks back at him, and that answers his question. He reflects on when it all started.

       Our memories will forever remain etched in stone. September 11 will be a day that will linger in our hearts forever. Many quotations touched our hearts, but there are a few I have compiled to make our remembrances come alive. The picture opens with a press conference with George W. Bush. He is nervous, and deeply saddened, or at least trying to look affected. "Today we had a national tragedy. Two airplanes have crashed into the World Trade Center in an apparent terrorist attack on our country," George Bush says in a sober voice to the associated press. "I look up, I saw the building start to, the towers start to fall," says Enrique, the New Yorker who witnessed this event to New York news channel eight. "Oh my God, there it goes," says the frightful news reporter when he saw the first tower begin to fall. "I just turned and ran," says another New Yorker who was at ground zero. "The number of causalities will be more than any of us can bare," was a line that really stuck out in my mind. "It was unbelievable to see this second jet, go crashing into the second tower. What is going on? ," Said the concerned citizen calling into his favorite radio station. "Freedom itself was attacked this morning," George Bush said, "by a faceless coward," look in the mirror, George. "And freedom will be defended, make no mistake," George said, "the United States will hunt down and punish those responsible for these cowardly acts. We will do whatever is necessary to protect America." A news crew that was at ground zero during the fall, remarked, "Uh, they shook the ground of the capita . . .  We're running, we're running!" "When you fly into New York, you see the twin towers, and they are just gone . . . from the earth," remarked a reporter who flew into New York on a helicopter. "This mass terrorism that is perpetrated by fanatics, who are utterly indifferent for the sanctity of human life, and we the democracies of this world are going to have to come together, to fight it together," says the U.N. Security general. A newscaster says "National Guard units are out, Washington is shutdown," says the news reporter "Airports in the U.S. and Canada are closed," and with this line scares everyone, "and the death toll, still uncountable, is also unimaginable." "There was no warning," said a radio caster. George Bush continues his speech, "I asked the American people to join me in saying a prayer for the victims and their families." And finishing this speech he has strong words, "The resolve of our great nation is being tested. But make no mistake, we will show the world that we will pass this test. God bless."

       Tom Propagahndi looks back on his life and what he has been through. Many people will never know the troubles he went through. Tom goes back to his rock of thought and sits down. Some people may think he's a dreamer. Some people may think he's insane. But whether it is either of them, he has every right. It all started back on May 25, 1997. The images are so clear that you can see it happening.

       "Junior, I don't know if you should go to the Rosebloom's. I was told there would be fireworks being set," says a familiar voice. A teenager answers this statement with the familiar, "come on, dad, it's not like it's illegal and everybody is going to be doing it. I'm fourteen, don't you think I should be given the same responsibility and trust that you received at this age." Tom replied in a pompous tint, "You're not fourteen yet, mister!" Junior put on the sad puppy face and said, "please?" Tom couldn't reply, but inaudibly, Tom prayed, "Please don't let my son get harmed." Tom's son, Junior, was born on May 26, 1983. He was brought up in a great environment and his limitations were very slim. The only thing that brought down Junior's life was that he was diagnosed with Autism. This may have slowed down his personal connection with friends, and that's why Tom was reluctant to let Junior go to the Rosebloom's. Tom always wanted Junior to have the best. Spoiled, Junior was the only child of the Messenger family. He was well past the range of genius and would read books for college students. Junior walked out of the beautiful white house that would expect the perfect family to live in. He began to walk down the street, as quickly, Tom looks out the door and watches Junior get in a car about three houses ahead. A woman walks into the picture, and she puts her hand on Tom's shoulder. He looks back with a concerned look upon his face. She says, "Tom, it's okay . . . We can't keep him entrapped forever." Tom closes his eyes for a second, "I know, Joni. But, we need to be careful with Tom. He has the biggest temper." Tom's interaction problems may have played part on that night. Celebrating the fourth of July a little early is never good, especially when unsupervised. But, Tom never knew that. This mistake had cost him the most important thing in his life . . . His son. Tom was right. Junior's Autism led to many problems. One kid began to poke fun. People stuck up for Tom, Junior, but it really got to Junior's head. He began to shove a kid, and he punched him in the face. The other boy began to cry and left. This other kid had a plan for revenge. This other kid's name was Rick Craven. Rick was a very temperamental character. He let the slightest things get to him. When the kids laughed at Rick for crying, it went to his head. He grabbed a bottle-rocket and planned to get revenge. He lit the bottle rocket and as someone screamed, Junior turned around. The bottle rocket hit him in the face, and it exploded. Junior died the next morning in a hospital bed. The damage was substantial enough that his brain could not function. He had unknown heart problems that the doctors discovered in an autopsy. That was a major factor in the judge's decision at the trial. Tom was a lawyer at the time, and pleaded his son's case. The kid pled that he only wanted Tom to cry, so he would feel equal. A petty response to such an act, I would think. The kid received proper treatment for his anger disorder. The judge felt that four months of community service, anger management courses, and mandatory visits to a psychiatrist was enough for what he did to Junior. Tom was affected deeply by this loss and that's where his whole new life began . . .

       Tom begins to remember his life as a lawyer. He was known to be the greatest lawyer in the city of New York for ages, but due to a problem with whiskey, that slowly went in the decline seat. After the loss of his son and the judge's decision, everything changed. His respect for life changed. He started drinking, heavily. His wife, Joni, tried hard to change his ways. Tom remembers the most important event in his marriage.

       We see the familiar couple laying in bed, not speaking a word to each other. Tom looks to be very interested in a book he is reading, while on the other hand, Joni looks bored. "Tom  . . . ?" Joni asks in a polite way. "Yes, honey?" Replies Tom. "I don't want to sound like I am not pleased with what you have done, but you may need to consider consultation." Tom thinks really hard and becomes angry. "How could the one I love so much say that?" Tom then went off in a rage. This scuffle led to Tom waking up on the couch with a hangover and a note. A note of why Joni was leaving Tom is all Tom had left. The reasoning was obvious. Tom was too controlling and uncaring for her needs. He had really lost it, for what it's worth. This was a beginning of another life, a lonely life . . .

       Tom then moved out to his current home. He could not stay in the same house as the memories were just too much for comfort. He began living off of reds, orange juice, and cocaine. He began to lose his mind, and eventually he was arrested for possession.

       "Tom Messenger, please stand before the judge for your sentencing," the judge says. The character we know as Tom Propagahndi rises before the jury and judge. The sentence was not bad. "We sentence Tom Messenger to six months in rehabilitation." We see Tom's attorney celebrate along with the rest of Tom's family. Tom's long drug addiction was over from that day on . . .

       Mr. Propagahndi was in the best shape of his life, so he decided to ask Joni if she'd give him one more chance. Hesitantly, she gave him that chance. Tom was going to have to fly from his small cabin to the largest city in the U.S., New York City . . .

       September 10, 2001, Tom flew into New York. He flew in one day early, as they scheduled to meet at Starbucks at eleven-thirty on September 11. Tom stayed at a shanty hotel, as it really didn't matter to him. Tom got a nice sleep, and when he woke up in the morning at nine a.m., it was already too late. She had to work the morning there, and was taking her lunch break to meet with Tom. She didn't have a chance . . .

       Tom had her ashes spread across the lake by his cabin, so anytime he wanted to see her, he could look at the lake. When he saw his reflection, he saw the wreck that he has become. Tom now comes back into reality. He walks into his cabin. The cabin smells like vanilla, and the only sound is that of a crackling of the fire. He walks to his kitchen, and walks to a cabinet. He grabs some noodles, and turns on the oven. He grabs a pan from under the sink and sets it on the stove. In an old-fashioned way, he pours water into the pan and then puts the noodles into the high-temperature water. He begins to shake the pot, and then grabs a spoon and stirs it. After it is done, he lets it cool while he goes over to the fire and sits in a habitual manner.

       "This was my beginning, my solitary genesis. My past will not affect my future. I will prove to be the man who will change the world. The truth will be revealed within a short period of time. Have patience, my fretful viewer. The truth will be revealed through the eyes of the beholder . . . "

. . . F A D E . . .

       The view shadows a boat on a seemingly endless body of water. The boat is white, and sticks out tremendously with the scenery. As our view appears on the boat, we see Tom Propagahndi walking to the couch built into the boat. He sits for a second, looking to cool himself down a little bit. He looks winded, as if he was thinking about something deeply. He then puts his hand out in front of his face and separates his fingers as much as he can from one another. He is looking at a ring on his finger. Anger and hatred builds up inside of him, and he walks out of the captain's room of the boat.

       "This ring resembles a love that I once had. Everything in my life revolved around this ring. Enclosed in this ring was trust, love, respect, and caring. At one time, this was the only thing that kept me going in a life filled with drugs and other addictions. When I got a control of my life, this ring was around my finger."

       "But, it also resembles the hard times in my life, the times that we all wish to forget. Can I forget all this hatred and pain that this very ring has caused in my life? Can I let it rest on my finger in such a nonchalant way? This question has aroused so many times in such a petty period of time. The anger that has arose in me, has been my choice of getting rid of the ring that once symbolized so much love."

       Tom puts an evil grin upon his face. He looks onto the waves that he is floating on, and goes into a deep state of pondering. He waits for a few moments, when finally, all you can hear are the waves. An amazing sound, will never be forgotten, that is so beautiful.

       Apparently, Tom has evil plans. Tom then looks at his hand, and stretches it out in front of him. He slips the ring off of his finger, and emanates his ritual. He then begins to speak again. Every sentence he makes, his voice gets a little louder and a little deeper.

       "When I contracted for this, I did not know what was to come. I did not know that one day my entire life would be turned upside down. But, I was wrong. I was really wrong. Some people can imagine what it's like to lose someone from September 11, but that day left me with NOTHING!"

       "All I have is this boat and the shack that I call a house! Do you think that is the way it was supposed to be? When I agreed to the vows, do you think that's what I expected to happen? OBVIOUSLY NOT! But, why couldn't I have been prepared?"

       "I couldn't prepare because this ring symbolizes love and peace. It symbolizes everything, and it isn't. See, where is my GOD? Where can I seek refuge? I have nobody to turn to, as it appears that my GOD has ran away. I turn to these waves, and they redeem me of a little of my troubles."

       "They calm my hatred down a little bit. But, today, it won't work that way. You see that this ring will forever be washed in the deep blue waters of this lake. Joni, here is your ring that I was supposed to cherish, just like our marriage."

       "And finishing this would be nothing without the ever so elegant words, "I do." Joni, I do. I really do. In fact, without you, I don't know where I would be, and if I would be as strong of a man as I am now. I do not want to take any more of this falsified reasoning any more!"

       Tom then throws the ring into the lake. That night, he fell asleep on the floor in a drunken rage. When he awoke the next morning, he realized that the boat crashed into a beach on the other side of the lake. As he awoke, he heard the sound of bluebirds and woodpeckers. He then stood up and began to walk. He walked to the edge of the beach, and there he sat down.

       Tom sat there for a really long time. He lost track of time, and wound up sitting there till the sunset. He laid motionless, watching the sun falls to its illustrious fall. He then gets this weird feeling near his foot. When he felt a bite, he realized how hungry he was.

       A crab bit his foot. His immediate reaction was to kill the crab. He smashed its skull in, and then decided that he might as well eat it. His culture always believed that wasting food was like wasting life. He built a fire thanks to wood, and a versatile lighter, and began to cook.

       He decided this would be a crab sandwich, since he had bread in the boat. He grabbed the bread, and put the grab in the middle. He was so hungry that he decided to take the largest bite he could. As he did this, he heard a clink.

       "What in the . . . " Tom thought to himself. He opened up his sandwich, and saw a metallic item near the stomach. He grabbed it and realized what it was. Tom was enraged. He couldn't believe it.

       The ring somehow was swallowed by the same crab that bit Tom's leg. Tom wondered how this came about, but figured it must have happened for a reason. He put the ring back on his finger and decided that the next day he would find another way to destroy the ring. He slept.

       The next morning, he awoke in the boat once again. He sailed it back to the other side of the lake at sunrise. He then decided that he would drive into the city, and find a way of destroying it. He decided he'd throw it off a tall building, figuring it would demolish on the way down.

       He went to the fiftieth floor and proceeded in this heinous action. He began his bloody awful speech again, and threw it off the building. He then smiled, and began to leave. He was hungry again, really hungry. He decided McDonald's would be the best place to dine at.

       Cheap, time saving, and efficient, Tom thought to himself as he bit into his Big Mac. After finishing his scrumptious meal, he got up to dump his food. As he was leaving the restaurant, he bumped into a woman, and several things fell down.

       He looked at this woman.  She had a bump on her forehead. Tom decided to ask her what happened. She bent over and was picking up her stuff. She grabbed the ring that fell and said, "This. It clunked me over the head!" Tom recognized the ring, and couldn't believe it.

       Tom then claimed the ring back into his possession. He began to think. "Maybe this ring is destined to stay with me no matter where I am," Tom thought. Maybe this was his destiny, to live in the past. Time will progress, but maybe this is where I should be.

       "Life isn't so bad," Tom thought. Things could be much worse. He could be that woman who got hit in the head with the ring, or even worse, the crab who was eaten in an attempt at a crab sandwich. "Destiny can be a good thing. This is where I'm at, and I am relatively happy." Tom then thought about the torment he has had to live with and forgot all the happy things as the scene . . .

. . . F A D E S. . .

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