The Grand Inquisitor

After dragging and kicking boxes and boxes of evidence into the court room Rachel was exhausted.  Sweaty, clothes ruffled, hair sticking up; Rachel began to frantically attempt to knock some of the thick dust off  the mountain of boxes; some marked EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL, EXAMPLES OF PERVERSION, most were marked DAILY CRUELTY AND SADISM WE ACCEPTED AS NORMAL.

Obviously irritated and in much too much of a hurry the Grand Inquisitor mumbled; "Yea dey is a heap of evidence dat dey wuz some anti-Christ-ism goin' on heah alright ..."

For one brief moment Rachel was very excited, so excited she feared the entire courtroom could hear her tiny broken heart beating wildly, thundering in her chest. Then she felt the old gray balding bearded man's eyes burning a hole in her.  Rachel's joy started to slip away once again.  That damn witch won again! (Damn she one smart muthaf******!)

"Well jest what you want me to do!? She ded ni!  Yea ... you is right ... she sho' wuz low ... but she good ... too good fuh me to f*** wid and I'm de Grand In-Quiz-SAH-TOR.  Dey ain't many dat can git by me ... but dat heifa 'dere she part of dem new n*******.  Yes suh! Dur world gon' know sumpin' when a hep of dem  n****** git together on dis earf."

Rachel gathered all the courage she had and screamed: "You can tell! ... the least you can do is try and warn people!"

"I wud baby but people don't want to hear none of that rat now.  Dey partying chile.  Gitting dey freak on.  Dey twerking, trying to git a nut.  Ain't nobody but some kinda nerd lak you trying to live right.  Trying to be honest ... going 'round tellin' duh truf and s***.  So I jest gave up and gave in.  When a whole group rejects you, dats pain.  When all duh n***** git together and talk about you lak a dog behind your back ... you git to feelin' so loney.

"But you are the Grand Inquisator!"; Rachel screamed. "You are supposed to care! You are supposed to guide!"

"Who said!? Who told you that rot!? ... Baby I am jest lak eva'body else ... out fuh my damn sef ... covering my own ass ... lookin' out fuh number one, lying, scheming, scamming, plotting and jest generally f***** up every dream I ever heard about."

Alarmed! Struck by an awesome electrical current Rachel reached up and grabbed the Grand Inquisitor's golden robe.  Everything gold and glittery fell off and there stood Martha grinning from ear to ear.

Rachel stumbled from her bed scratching her old grey head and wondered aloud; "What did I eat? Where did that dream come from?"

"...Scourged in his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed by an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams." -William Cullen Bryant

Respectfully,
The Family

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