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Christy Rd part two
Christy Rd
Part two
A year had passed since Hard Copy had first aired the footage. They had it on constant rotation the whole time.
The episode grew into a three part expose: exposing the aldermans cheating, stealing, lying and manipulation of an "innocent" married woman. A woman who had been taken advantage of by a man of power and influence.
They showed reruns of it constantly. So much so that there was not one single person in Fremont who had not seen the episode. Not one. Not one adult. Not one teenager. Not one child. Not one teeny tiny itty bitty baby. Not one cat. Not one dog. Not one cow. And most certainly, most certainly not one colleague.
His wife, who through the graciousness of her beautiful heart, had forgiven him.
People make mistakes and find different ways to relieve stress, she thought.
And she knew that woman. That whore. She'd been eye fucking her husband for years and had finally got what she wanted from him. She finally got the attention she so desired. So much so that she was willing to ruin a family, a man's life and his career.
Granted, the embezzlement was something else entirely. She wasn't naive. She knew the extras came from somewhere.
Don't ask, don't tell, she thought.
Like the military.
When she would see her crying on TV about how she had made a mistake( a mistake she had made multiple, multiple times) and had been taken advantage of by a man she admired, it made her throw up in her mouth. The alderman was someone she just couldn't say no to. Who could?, she said.
His wife forgave and she accepted his heartfelt apology.
His son did not.
It was mortifying for him.
A senior in highschool, it was received by his peers as a mixture of manly, testosterone driven coolness and also seen as a warning to them. An apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
And of course he could never get away from it. It was on TV at home. At friend's houses. At bars. In the lobby at the mall. It was the lesson of the sermons for churches for fucks sake.
And why? Because two adults had sex? Because some pissed off old bastard recorded it because since the road was shut down, it had become a sort of make out spot for the kids?
Because Hard Copy had bought it from him for four thousand dollars?
Because Hard Copy had to show it because of the ratings? Because the fucked up mainstream American society loved to watch a scandal? Because the media was more than happy to provide the dope, needle and rope for that fix?
Was it that feeling America needed to be able to say, "Him! He's the one! He's the bad guy and at least I'm better than him! I'd never do that, by God! Never!"
Because the media knew no bounds. No decency. No morals. No code. The media cares for nothing more than ratings. Not truth. Not helping. Not saving. Not teaching or educating. They worshipped that God of ratings and would sacrifice anything for it.
Sometimes, his wife would see a friend at the store, or the gas station, a real friend and they would talk.
She would say, "Why won't they stop? Why won't they leave it alone? Why are they doing this to him?"
She went to pick up a pizza for dinner. Their son was out, God knows where. Probably getting drunk to deal with the pain this had caused him.
When she entered the home, it smelled funny. Like sulfur, and it was kind of smokey. She put the pizza on the table, grabbed a couple plates and put some slices on them for dinner. She grabbed a couple of Cokes. She put it on a TV tray and carried it down to their basement, where she could hear the TV running.
And then she saw him.
He was laying face down on the floor, like he had tripped and fallen.
The hole in the back of his head and the brain matter all over the wall made it clear he hadn't tripped and fell.
The shotgun poked out from under his lifeless body from when he had fallen over on top of it.
His once handsome face was no longer.
An open casket would be no luxury afforded to them. She fell to her knees and wept.
This was the price of media. The price of ratings. The price of America's mainline dope addiction of violence,sex and chaos.
Are you full now?
Are you high enough now?
Have enough lives been ruined to give you your fix yet?
Have you gluttoned yourself on misery enough yet America?
Have you had your orgasm you whore?
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