A ruler watched one day as nearly two dozen warriors from a neighboring kingdom reigned chaos over an entire country, one considered to be a mutual enemy. This brought much delight to the ruler. The world trembled at such a display of brazen violence.
Not too long after (if any time is acceptable), people began to forget what happened that day and how many lives were lost. Wars sprung up, people fought over the wars, and political offices were won and lost over “moving on” or staying fast.
At the height of the divide, the ruler decided he would like to visit the spot of the opening blow. At the same time, educators extended an invitation to have the ruler come speak to an assembly. The distant land grew more and more angry over such a blazen act of treason.
Appropriately, the ruler’s escorts within the country refused to take him to the site. The ruler, being a pompous ignoramous, decided to go there with only his personal security detail. Local authorities look on from perches and cameras, waiting to see what the ruler was going to do.
At the site of the tradgedy six years earlier, the ruler placed a wreath, knelt down, and said a prayer to those who died. Not the thousands of innocent people going about their work on a busy Tuesday morning, but to the few who perpetrated one of the single most violent unprovoked mass killings in history.
The cameras caught what was going on and within moments, hundreds of angry citizens descended upon those few foreigners defiling the sacred ground, and restored balance and brought justice to those who wished them harm.
The world reeled at the news of a slain leader visiting and praying. The division between sides grew more and more every week, until — a leader emerged.
