JESUS NATION SEX REBEL, mini-chapter 45

45. A MONSTROUS VIDEO AND A SUDDEN KIDNAPPPING

Joshua came up to the table with a number of other men.

“Esther, how are you, my dear? My, you two women look good together.”

Blesseds called females women.

“Proof that women need not lose their beauty along with the bud of their pristine youth.”

Joshua surveyed the other women in the party, the young ones, the conjugal concubines, with a half-amused air. He was different from the other men. He still had his own wife, a well-preserved fifty -- the only woman at the party besides Esther who was older than Eve. Of course, it was rumored that Joshua had affairs, but if he did, he kept them discreet. There was never the name of a young woman mentioned. Maybe it wasn’t true. People simply assumed he had to be having affairs, being a powerful, attractive man.

“What do you think, guys? Don’t you think we have here in our midst the best argument against youth?”

He was teasing the other men, who all had young wives, but at the same time he was overstepping some kind of male bond. There was an uncomfortable pause, and Joshua launched a barking laugh into the silence. He was enjoying himself. He knew they had something to apologize for, and that he did not. He was secure enough in himself not to mind reminding them of this. A power game.

“Have you been following the latest development in the Golden Child case?” asked one of the men. Adam, who had joined the group, thought it a rather pointed change of subject after Joshua’s sarcasm about youthful brides. It occurred to him that none of the other men could run for president, because they all had young brides. Unseemly in a president. Joshua Grant, however, had a wife that suited a president. When those men chose their young brides, they had circumscribed their power, even though having a young bride – a conjugal concubine -- was meant to show off their power.

“That child has a vivid imagination,” said Esther.

“What?” asked the man. “You think the child is faking it?”

“No. I think the Golden Child believes every word he’s saying. But I think some of the more fantastical elements were planted during discussions with a very prejudiced therapist. Remember the cases in the 20th century? Most of them were thrown out.”

“What is fantastical about Satanic rituals? We know they happen every day.”

“He and five other children flew through the air and then landed in a remote field on top of a pyramid. There snakes entered them and one of the children was eaten by a crow. Four older men then stuck their things in them and they bled. All the time they cried, especially when the crow spat out the eaten child’s eyes. All very Satan vile. But do you believe all that happened?”

“Yes.”

“Not a single child is missing. So who was eaten?”

“The Golden Child might have processed some of the real events into metaphorical simulacra to deal with the horror mentally – to prevent himself from becoming completely traumatized.”

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

Joshua Grant was calling everyone to attention.

“I want you to come and look at a video I received this morning, which we expect will be all over the Internet by tomorrow.”

He nodded at an assistant standing by a video monitor, and the man pushed a button. Four men wearing black leather pants and what looked like leather harnesses on their bare chests stood behind a naked man who was crouched on the ground on his knees. The men were masked, but the naked man wasn’t. One of the masked men spoke.

“We are Gay Rectal Revenge. We protest heart and soul against homosexuals being reprogrammed by the Homosexual Aversion Therapy of the Bureau of Behavior Design and Management. We want this odious practice to stop. We have with us here the leader of Focus on the Family, Dr. James C. Dobson, who has taken a strong position against homosexuality and things dear to us, like same-sex marriage.”

The masked man lifted the head of the naked man on the floor, and it was Dr. James C. Dobson, who had been the target of scurrilous rumors about bestial habits. He was also the man who back in 2005 had accused the cartoon character SpongeBob SquarePants of being a spokesman for the gay agenda. The masked man continued.

“If the practice of Homosexual Aversion Therapy does not stop, we are going to act. This is what we are going to do.”

A big black man stepped into the frame. He was naked and masked. He had an erection. He bent over the figure of Dr. Dobson and penetrated the leader of Focus on the Family from behind. Dr. Dobson grimaced in pain. As the huge black man thrust into him again and again, tears formed in Dr. Dobson’s eyes.

“We will punish Dr. Dobson with our rectal revenge until the practice of Homosexual Aversion Therapy stops.

“And we want to warn all those who have taken a public position against homosexuality, including all those in Congress who voted for the laws that made our lifestyle illegal.

“Dr. Dobson is just the first of many.”

The video froze and, large on the screen, appeared the following words:

“Gay Rectal Revenge. You screw us. We’ll screw you.”

Then the image faded.

SODOMY CAUSES TERRORISM.

The thought struck everyone. What horrible punishment would the Almighty mete out on Jesusland after this public enactment of the most heinous sin? And what about Dr. Dobson? He would never be able to show his face in decent society after what had happened to him, even though it had happened against his will. Would he commit suicide?

Joshua Grant looked somberly at the shocked assembly.

“That’s what we’re up against. That’s what I will fight when I’m President. We will need the death penalty for homosexuals who refuse therapy. And we will not stop our Homosexual Aversion Therapy Program. It will remain in place. We won’t bargain with homosexuals.”

A rush of wind came into the house. There was the sound of helicopters outside.. Shouting outside. Eight men ran in. Masked. Machine guns. Body armor. The guests were all herded to one side. One of the gunmen looked at Joshua Grant.

“Mr. Grant, I presume.”

“Yes.”

“You are the owner of this house? This is your party?”

“Yes.”

“You’re coming with us.”

Mrs. Grant accosted the men. “Where are you taking my husband?”

“None of your business. He is now the property of the Brotherhood.”

“I am his wife. I am coming with you.”

“You’re not. Our instructions are to take him alone.”

“He needs his medicine.”

“We know about that. Go and get it for us.”

She went off while the guests looked at the masked men. It was difficult to tell their age. They appeared to be in their twenties, the leader a little older.

“Why are you taking Mr. Grant from us?” asked Esther Todd.

“None of your business.”

“My, you’re a fierce young man.”

“I’m not so young.”

“Well, you’re very fierce. Are you going to pillage the mansion and rape us females?”

“This is a silly line of speculation.”

“Such a fierce and serious fellow you are.”

Mrs. Grant appeared with three bottles and handed them to her husband.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said. “I suspect they’re doing a little fund-raising.”

He laughed his bark again. “Well, let’s be off,” he said to his kidnapper, and they went off.