drA writes:
Do we confer upon parents the right to perform a cruel, barbaric, unnecessary and irrevocable act of mutilation on their children, . . .
SCENE ONE, ACT ONE: Veteran's Hospital in Virginia. Two men in white coats gently seat a visibly distrought marine in a psychiatrist's office.
Military Psychiatrist: Thank you gentlemen, you can leave me alone with the patient.
[the two caretakers give a delayed look at each other, and with the Psychiatrist' nod, they leave.]
Military Psychiatrist: OK, you have nothing to fear here, can we talk? I understand you were brought here, sobbing in a strait jacket. [His eyes drop to the charts] From your records, I see you experienced the Falujah massacre in Iraq. I recall that young teen boys were determined to be . . . 'militant targets', and were gunned down. Their heads exploded from shells like ripe pumpkins dropped from a ten story building. A pretty irrevocable act, eh? Is this the reason for your breakdown?
Macho Marine: [wiping his teary eyes] Uhh, no, doc. Noth . . . nothing like that.
Military Psychiatrist: Hmmm. Perhaps it was your position in Israel during the civilian massacre with phosphorus weapons. I understand the burning cannot be extinguished, it will burn right down to the bone.
Macho Marine: Well, yeah, I saw children as young as two years old get targeted by phosphorus weapons made in the USA. The shrieking from their pain was real loud Doc.
Reeeal loud!
Military Psychiatrist: Ahh, . . . so THAT barbarity is the cause of your inconsolable despair?
Macho Marine: No, . . . no. Like all proportionate americans, I am pretty oblivious to 'foreigner' screams of pain. [leaning to the doc in a whisper] They weren't even christians.
Military Psychiatrist: Hmmm. Well then, . . . I have reports that you were apprehended running down the street with an ak-47 screaming . . . uuuh, [looking at his report] , ahhh, here it is . . . "Monsters! Cruel hideous barbarians . . . what have you done!?" Surely this must be from some bloody episode of torture you witnessed at Bagram interrogation center while under US control.
Macho Marine: [Regaining his composure] No, no, no Doc! It wasn't like any of those common-place things. You see . . . uhhh . . .
Military Psychiatrist: [leaning in] Yes my boy . . . go on . . .
Macho Marine: . . . I was at the YMCA this morning. I had a great workout and being a little sweaty, I went to take a shower. There were other men in the stalls. I didn't notice right away, but then suddenly I saw a . . . I saw a . . .
Military Psychiatrist: . . . yesss [encouraging with nodding] . . . yesss . . .
Macho Marine:[tears welling up in his eyes] . . .
a CIRCUMCISED MAN!!! [the brave marine breaks down again. Tears are unextinguishable]
Military Psychiatrist: Oh! . . . Dear sweet merciful God in Heaven! [trying his best to steady his nerves] That is just . . . that is just . . . [lower lip quibbles] . . . uhhh, [clenches jaw] . . .
HORRIBLE [breaks down in tears, hugging the macho marine]. In forty years . . . I . . . I have . . . heard a lot of terrible stories while a military psychiatrist, but nothing so . . . irrevocably . . .
DAMNABLE! I mean, this . . . this is one-million times worse than the atrocities of the holocaust. . . . LITERALLY, one-million times worse.
LIGHTS FADE OUT.
SCENE TWO, ACT ONE: Confessional at Saint Pauls
Priest: Go on my boy, what are your sins . . .
Macho Marine: Well, I was in the voting booth and I accidentally selected the democratic candidate and I . . .
Priest: [gasps] Vile sinner!
Damm you to HELLLLLLLLL!!! . . .
Edited by dronester, : consistency