Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 269: You will witness the strong people and the horror of the battlefield!
"First of all, I would like to thank the Crossroads Foundation and all the staff of the foundation. I am honored to be invited to speak here at this legal rally advocating for the improvement of veterans' medical benefits."
"Perhaps everyone in the audience may be a little confused. Why did a group of veterans invite a guy in a robe like me? Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Matt Ryder, the chief elder of God's Messenger Church. The church members are more accustomed to calling me Messenger Ryder. OK, everyone, you can give up the idea of picking up a gun and blowing my head off. I promise that I am not here today to raise funds for the church, nor will I invite you to join the sect I am in now. I am here to talk about why you are here and why you are so angry."
"Since childhood, I have hated messengers, no matter what kind of messenger they are, whether it's the paperboy delivering newspapers, the postman delivering mail, or even the after-sales service staff delivering feedback cards to your door, I hate them all."
"Because they always bring bad news. My mother read the obituary on the newspaper brought by the newsboy and told me that my father had passed away. My mother and my father divorced before I was born. I had never met him. I had always imagined what it would be like to meet him for the first time and what expression he would show when I called him father. But my father never came to see me. The messenger only brought bad news and told me that the only close contact between my father and me was when I touched the obituary in the newspaper that said he died in a traffic accident."
"You know what's even worse news? The day he died was my birthday. My father died on his way to visit me for the first time."
"There's also the mail delivery man. Every time he comes to my door, he stuffs a thick stack of mail in. All of them are debt collection letters from various credit cards or financial companies. Every time my mother receives a letter, her face becomes uglier."
"What's the worst thing about a messenger? It only brings us bad news one after another, but never transmits our cries back to the other side. I saw someone in the audience nodding to indicate that they understood what I said. Yes, there is another kind of messenger called a councillor, the most disgusting kind of messenger."
"They only bring you bad news, no exceptions."
"When you just found a girlfriend who you decided to spend your life with, they told you, hey, young man, the country asked me to inform you that you have to join the army to defend the motherland and say goodbye to this beautiful girl."
"When you just came back alive from the battlefield, they told you, hey, murderer, the state asked me to inform you that we are worried that you have mental problems and may start a massacre in the community, so you must report to the police station regularly, have your mental condition checked regularly, and you may be put in a cage if necessary."
"When you are sitting in a wheelchair and struggling to move to a medical institution, they tell you, hey, old man, the state asked me to inform you not to occupy public medical resources. Did you see that hospital with a higher mortality rate? That is a designated medical institution for veterans. Don't worry, you won't feel anything when you die on the operating table."
"They have always been like this, delivering bad news to us in the name of the country, but never conveying our cries to the country we always love."
"I hated messengers and politicians until I met a guy you all know. He knew nothing. He even believed that the earth was flat. I once argued with him and said the earth was round. He said, "No, Matt, you've been deceived. The earth is flat. No one knows this truth better than me. I'm a plumber. If the earth is round, I need elbow pipes with curved corners when I lay a long line. But I have never used elbow pipes. I always use straight pipes. So the earth is flat."
"I admit that even though I have been a missionary for many years, I still lost to him. I have to say that this guy who used to be a soldier has a mouth as hard as his bones."
"He wants to be a messenger now. Why? For money, status, or power? No, because he came from among you. He has suffered the same hardships as you. He has lost the same good things as you. Now he has decided to make himself a real messenger, to pass on your voices, the countless cries that no one once cared about, to the ears of those bigwigs who don't want to hear bad news!"
"He walks alone to knock on the door of heaven for you!"
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"I am 76 years old this year. I have been preaching for 43 years wearing the Holy Cross of the Rosicrucian Order of St. Thomas. In fact, when I think back on my 43 years of missionary career, I don't even know what I said during the missionary work. In other words, I don't know what to say to people at all."
"Persuade everyone to believe in God? Does this kind of thing require persuasion? No, all people in the world are descendants of Adam and Eve. They took the fruit of wisdom in the Garden of Eden and have the same wisdom as God. They know good and evil, right and wrong. Everyone is smart and does not need persuasion at all."
"They are just lost, disoriented, stumbling in the dark, clueless, bleeding, and miserable."
"This darkness is hell. We are groping and searching in hell until we find the way back to the Garden of Eden and return to the light. Everyone will have that day. It is only a matter of time. Everyone will have that day to climb out of hell and bathe in the holy light again."
"It's just that many people need to walk for too long, until their bodies decay and only their souls remain to return to Eden. For example, you right now, why is this the case? Because you have been alone for too long, no one is willing to be your eyes, no one is willing to be your ears, no one is willing to be your limbs."
"I can tell you a little secret. God doesn't like lambs that leave the group and return alone. He likes to see lambs return in groups, led by a leader."
"That man is trying to be the leader. He is trying to lead everyone to the light. Why does he do this? It's not because he wants to be a leader, but because he is willing to risk his life for the other lambs, walk in the front, and help everyone find the smoothest way home."
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"As the high priest of the Congregation of Saint Martin, I have said more than once to my brothers and sisters in the congregation: Never believe a saying that many missionaries often say: Give the best blessings to those who mock you, and give the most sincere gratitude to those who hurt you, because it is those sufferings that guide you back to the narrow gate of God."
"Many people must have heard this sentence. In fact, there is no such sentence in the Bible. On the contrary, there is another sentence : If the avenger kills the person he encounters, he will not be guilty of bloodshed. This means that if you kill the person who hurt you in revenge, you have not committed any sin."
"You were all once the most elite soldiers in this country. This may sound incredible to you. After all, you may have hundreds of ways to teach those who mock or hurt you a painful lesson. Each of you is strong and fearless. You will never be controlled by others. You were born to be free people on this land."
"But is it really so? Are you really fearless? Are you really not controlled by anyone? You joined the army, you went to the battlefield, you lost your life, you are covered with scars, you are now old and become a heretic in people's eyes. Are these your own choices? No, all of this is a very clever lie. The liar wants you to believe that you are free even when you are poor and destitute or even frozen to death on the street."
"Those liars have said many things to you that you should remember. For example, they told you that you shouldn't be afraid of death on the battlefield, you shouldn't drink too much in the bar, you shouldn't steal when you are poor, and you shouldn't fight when you are ridiculed. Do you think these words are their kindness to save your soul? No, they don't care whether your soul can ascend to heaven, nor do they care where your body rots. They just like to hold the power to deceive and command you in their hands."
"They are always high above you, pointing fingers at you and looking down on you. You, who think you are a free people, always have to bow your head in front of them, yet you think you are fearless."
"But now, someone has stood up. He will go to Washington step by step to tell all of you the liars: My deeds should be heard by those far away. My abilities should be known by those near. You will see the strong people and the horror of the battlefield!"
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In the meeting room of the Miami Democratic Committee, Gerald Richman, the black candidate of the Democratic Party, was watching the live broadcast of the advocacy rally on TV with a grim expression. Not only him, but also some other members of the Miami Democratic Committee in the meeting room were stunned to see one after another brilliant orators appear on the stage, using a variety of languages to stimulate the more than one thousand veterans who came to the scene to attend the rally with applause and roars.
Those people shouted loudly in the direction of Washington: "You will see the strong people and the horror of the battlefield!"
Those more than 1,000 people were not useless people sitting in wheelchairs. They were all able to drive by themselves, with a shotgun in the trunk, a star-spangled flag on the front of the car, and a sentence printed on the body: Say No to Cubans! Many of the veterans who came directly from other cities to attend this rally were only tough guys in their forties who had participated in the Vietnam War.
If the Democrats are really incited by these sophists who came out of nowhere and drive straight to Washington in a mighty force, the American people will just have to remember this for a hundred years!
This is why everyone in the room looked grim.
Jeff Rush's name was not mentioned at all during the entire rally on TV, because the reason Crossroads Foundation applied for the rally was to advocate for improving the medical benefits for veterans, rather than to help Jeff Rush's campaign action committee organize a campaign rally. The reason for doing this was to prevent Jeff Rush from being attacked, and the expenses did not need to be paid by Jeff Rush's campaign action committee. The Crossroads Foundation bore the cost of the rally, and because of its public welfare nature, it could refuse to disclose to the public who actually funded the rally.
Although Jeff Rush's name was not there, no one would think that this was not a rally to cheer for Jeff Rush. Look at those veterans, they basically never stopped talking throughout the entire rally. They held banners with Jeff Rush's portrait and waved the American Stars and Stripes, ready to attack the Cubans in the 18th District or the Democratic Party office at any time under the leadership of Jeff Rush.
"Gerald, why don't you talk to us now about your next plan after you let the veterans beat up the Cubans." A middle-aged white man shifted his gaze from the TV screen to Gerald Richman's face and spoke in a cold voice.
Another white old man slowly turned his eyes and looked at Gerald Richman. Although he tried to remain calm, everyone in the room could hear the anger in his words:
"Seven minutes ago, there was a live broadcast on TV. An old soldier shouted to the camera that he was going to the plantation to hunt with those Cuban workers. This sentence made the owner of Chapman Plantation call me and question me. Is this how we are going to repay him for his donation of 200,000 to the Democratic Party? Find more than a thousand battle-hardened veterans to flood into his plantation and slaughter his cheap Cuban workers like lambs? The last thing he said before hanging up the phone was that he decided to donate an additional 200,000 to the Republican Party. You made us lose a lot of large donations, Gerald."
Gerald Richman tried to make his expression look unaffected by the rally, but he spoke much faster than usual. He looked back at the group and said, "Jeff Rush couldn't have done this. Even if he was a fool, he should have known that inciting these veterans to go to District 18 to cause trouble for the Cubans just gave us a reason to suspend his activities within the party. Moreover, after the veterans' wounding incident, I immediately brought another black candidate to speak out, saying that we and the Democratic Party we know are absolutely opposed to this kind of violence, and that Cubans should be protected. This should let the Cubans in the district know that everything is Jeff Rush's personal behavior and has nothing to do with the party."
After hearing Gerard's words, someone immediately started to mock him: "Why aren't the Cubans from the 18th District who drove to the South District as calm and optimistic as you? As soon as the rally started, the police from the 18th District were delighted to find that they had the most relaxing day of the year."
"That idiot's wife was scared by the Cubans and crashed into the roadside and was injured in the hospital. He went to apologize to the Cubans who were beaten by your veterans and was splashed with paint by the Cubans. Now you still expect that idiot to stay calm and put the Democratic Party first?"
Gerard's eyebrows twitched frequently. Who would have thought that this bastard named Jeff Rush would not operate according to the normal script? Gerard had some veterans who supported him beat up the Cubans the day after the primary election. He had no choice but to do so. He knew very well that if he did not take action, he would be eliminated in the subsequent elections. In the second party election, the two candidates facing off would be either Rona and Jeff, or Joanna and Jeff. In short, he had no hope.
There was no way he would mess with these two women, Rona and Joanna. He was not like Jeff Lavine, who had always been an idle grassroots member in the party. If it were not for this election, the Miami Democratic Party office might not have known that they had such a member. Gerald was a well-educated black man who had early on participated in the Democratic Party's work in Miami. Many times when the Democratic Party needed to carry out some work , he would be responsible for it. This had gradually made him well-known among the black community, and at the same time, he had gained a lot of recognition within the Democratic Party.
For example, the special election in the 18th constituency was an opportunity he got after years of hard work on behalf of party leaders in the black community.
He knew from the beginning that his chances of winning were not high, but that didn't matter. What he wanted was to at least maintain his second or third , because that way he could negotiate cooperation with the number one and get his supporters to support the other party in exchange for the other party's help in finding a good position for him elsewhere, such as supporting him to enter the state legislature, or helping him to seek a powerful position in the state.
But if he ranked fourth, he would not be qualified to discuss cooperation with the first place. He had donated a large sum of money to the Veterans Association before the campaign started, but in the end, those old bastards who broke their promises all supported Jeff Rush!
And normally, Jeff Rush should have been in a hurry to distance himself from this matter, but this guy blatantly organized such a rally. More than a thousand veterans from all over the country poured into the 18th District, waiting for his order to let the Cubans feel the free atmosphere of America.
Even now, Gerard still believes that Jeff would never really lead the veterans to cause trouble for the Cubans, because even harming illegal immigrants is a serious crime.
In other words, he even hoped that Jeff would really take the veterans to kill those Cubans, preferably some Cuban-American citizens, so that Jeff Rush would be completely eliminated and he would have a chance to get second place and seek a position at the state government level.
"Change the channel to the local station of BT TV." A full-time party worker came in and whispered to the old white man sitting in the main seat, then the old man looked up and said.
The middle-aged man picked up the remote control and changed the channel to BT TV's Miami local station. Everyone in the room turned to the TV. At this time, a black host was reporting the news to the camera. In the background, a large number of Cubans were burning Jeff Rush's banners. Several black people in work clothes fell to the ground and were still being kicked and beaten by Cubans:
"This is the latest outrageous act of violence against black people in Miami, where a large number of Cubans beat up several black American workers in public. We always thought that white people no longer enslaved black people and that black people were finally free, but we didn't expect that white people would choose to stop and Cubans would choose to take action."
Before Gerald Richman could come to his senses, the host had already switched the background image to Gerald's speech this morning:
"Under this circumstance, Gerald Richman, the black candidate for the House of Representatives in Miami's 18th District, shouted the slogan of black people protecting Cubans. Gerald Richman, James Meagher, two black gentlemen, I would like to ask, when you said the words of black people protecting Cubans in front of the camera, did you ask the opinions of those who were beaten by Cubans?"
