The Pig Bharma's and their Sheep

Once upon a time on a world far away named Planet Dearth,

 there were these evil creatures called 

Pig Bharmas. 

 They lived in the bogs 

where few people ever saw them.

However they controlled almost everything

 in the world around them.

With their buddies the Ig Boil,

and the Ig Bag

They controlled the media,

 the government,

the "educational system,"

and hence peoples minds.

But this story is just about the Pig Bharma's

The name they had for the people that they so looked down upon,

that were actually the Food they Consumed,

was the "Sheep".

Pig Bharma's were huge, big and Fat,

because the sheep literally flocked to them to be eaten.

The Pig Bharma's only had to convince the Sheep of three things.

OH, did I mention that this world was a place of beauty, 

but all mixed in to the beauty were these Deep dark Bogs.

Well the three things that the Pig Bharma's  and their buddies convinced the Sheep to be true were:

1. The Bogs were not Dangerous

 and great treasures lay there.

2. Hemp was evil.

3. Hero's were not to be trusted

The funny, or I should say scary thing was that the Pig Bharma's had so controlled the minds of the sheep, that they didn't even have to explain their assertions.

The sheep blindly accepted whatever they were told, no matter how contrary to common sense these things were.

So every day the following scenario played out over and over again.

A Sheep would wander into the bog,

searching for this promised treasure.

Invariably he'd get stuck in the mud and start being pulled under.

Well there was a group of people on planet Dearth,

who shunned the media,

 the educational system, 

and the government,

hence they had not been Hypnotized.

These were the Hero's.

And it was their lifelong goal,

to save as many of the sheep from the grinding jaws of the Pig Bharma's.

Well of course the Pig Bharma's had labeled them all sorts of negative things; 

afraid they might awaken some of the Sheep, and interfere with their food supply.

So the Hero's kept somewhat hidden,

and went about their work of trying to snatch the Sheep from the Long slow  Deaths that were the Grinding Teeth of the Pig Bharma's.

So every day they would venture into the bog and attempt to save the Sheep.

They had ropes with a thousand strong strands to pull the sheep out of the bog.

Just one of these strands would be strong enough on it's own.
But the hero's took no chances.

They would venture into the bog, 

staying on the firm ground,

and approach the sheep sinking there.

The following is the scenario that played out over and over.

Hero: Hello Mr. Sheep, I'm here to rescue you.

Sheep: (Slowly Sinking)... No Need, I'm fine.... The bog is perfectly safe.

Hero:  Don't you hear those gnashing of teeth below you?

Sheep: (sinking a little deeper) I'm sure it's nothing.  I Know I'm safe, the Government and television and radio all told me I am perfectly safe.

Hero:  Well you are not, look, you are about to go under.

Sheep: Well I'm sure that is where the treasure is.

Hero: It isn't, you will soon be eaten by the Pig Bharma's.

At that point on of the Pig Bharma's teeth scratched the Sheeps foot, and he thought...
Sheep: "Hmm, could this Hero be right,

 no, hero's are deluded fools, conspiracy nuts.... but maybe". Well I suppose I could let him pull me out for a moment, I can always go back later and get my treasure."

Sheep:  Well OK, pull me out.

Hero:  Here, I'll throw you my rope of a thousand strands... Just one would save you, but this is guaranteed.

Sheep: What is that rope made of?

Hero:  It's the finest and strongest hemp.

Sheep:  Never mind, I'll stay here.

And he sank into the grinding Jaws of a Pig Bharma.

And the Hero sat down and cried.

Day after day the sheep chose to believe the programming, over the strong rope of a thousand strands.

Each strand was a Truth that could on it's own save the sheep.

But not a single strand would they accept, because deep within their hypnosis, they had accepted the lies of the Pig Bharma's

And slowly sank to a miserable death.