Walker - Texas Stranger
By John Francis McGondel

The father watched as his young son of twelve attempted to grasp a type of territorial board game dilemma. The father had long since given up any hopes of getting his son to use computers. . .

The father was a politician, and had secretly hoped that his son would follow in his footsteps. However, he had finally come to accept the fact that his son did not have the skills or mindset to carry on the family business.

The father was also aware that his son never forgave anyone for anything, and the father instinctively knew that a person with that mindset did not belong as an official in a democratic society. What to do?

“Daddy? Why do the American people talk so badly about the Gulf war and Kuwait and Iraq?”

The father thought for a bit, because even though his son was far beyond being a youth, he still viewed things in a simplistic manner. “Son, I did what I had to do to stabilize the area. History will prove me to be correct.”

But daddy, that dictator over there is laughing at you. And why were you not re-elected so you could finish off what you started?”

The father sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Son, everything is not always black and white.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, son?”

“I am going to avenge you against those democrats and that dictator.”

The father wondered how he could stop the ball from rolling, but could not come up with an answer.

The son won the next election, and then 911 happened. The new president realized that he could right all of the misfortunes that had happened to his father. Three wars were started simultaneously.

And the son, now the president, thought: “I will kill all of my enemies, and my father’s enemies. I shall wreak revenge. For eight years I shall be as a god.

And the father cried silently to himself…