Two Too Many
admin — Thu, 08/13/2009 - 18:48
Her body count has reached two, if you count conservatively. An impressive feat for a dead woman, even one as spectacularly talented as our Jane Doe.
What troubles me more than the deaths is the fact that whatever preserves dear Jane seems to be preserving her two victims. Now, more than ever, we must set aside the fuzzy headed notion of miracles and turn instead to the less romantic possibility of pandemic. It could be that only two copy cats have succeeded. Or it could be worse. It could be a biological or chemical agent leading to madness, suicide, and abnormal preservation of the body.
There are only questions, hanging in the air. If we had officials with any backbone, we’d have the answer by now or at the very least we’d have qualified individuals seeking those answers.
Three bodies. None of them rotting, and we insist on sticking them together as some sort of ghoulish display.
Never mind whatever secret lies beneath the skin and keeps it looking truly alive. We must keep that appearance
Never mind the violence that is creeping out of the shrine and threatening to rip the city apart. We must not fail to pay homage, lest the miracle end and her beauty decay.
Never mind the obsession our sons and daughters are developing, fixating on this woman instead of the lives ahead of them. We have a true miracle, what more of worth can our children live to see?
Never mind that two people have now seemingly killed themselves in order to be closer to what may well be just a meat puppet. We have our faith and it is more than enough.
Cut her open. Learn the truth. End the mystery. That’s all there is to it.
Arthur Manx
Editor