And so it came to pass in the Land of US that great and fearsome men and women joined in battle upon the mount known simply as the HILL. Quarter was neither asked for nor given, but oddly there was little blood shed upon the field of battle as the weapons employed by both sides consisted primarily of razor-sharp words, distorted facts, and hysterical threats, none of which have been known to do more than bruise.
Across from the HILL was a modest dwelling in which lived a modest man, some say a gentleman, who often sat in darkness calling upon strange powers only he could perceive. These powers, so he was told by a wise and noble soul, could bring warring tribes to a place of peace and understanding. Alas, little did he know that this noble soul came from a time long past when such things as compromise, respect, dignity, and truth had some sway over the land. So this modest man relied on appeals to THE PEOPLE and the summoning of the warring tribes to what were called in earlier times, SUMMITS.
It was a time of danger; the very Land of US was threatened with disaster, but none could agree on the nature of that which could topple this place most blessed and exceptional. One wrong step and the very foundations of the Land of US would crumble like shifting sands buffeted by sea storms. All thought they had compromised to the point of disaster, but their compromises left gaping holes in any possible agreement.
Weeks dwindled to days which were reduced to hours. There was so little time remaining and yet decisions of such weight and import remained. The great and fearsome men and women grew frantic; the people for whom they labored in such splendor had long given up hope; and the hours were soon measured in minutes.
In the end there was a decision. It matters not what was decided nor who gave up what. The decision was all.
The Lord looked down upon the HILL and regretted ever having promised Noah that He would never bring another catastrophe to destroy all humanity.
In Jameson Veritas
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