The war may not be over, but at the appropriate moment in each skirmish, the belligerents must decide whether to surrender, tactically withdraw or just declare victory and prepare for the next enemy...In a battle of wills, even the most hard-headed of individual combatants must be prepared for a setback against a gigantic corporate opponent secure in its own gluttony, and hardened against attack by seemingly insignificant foes...
During the course of this composition, I began to wonder if I would be as ambiguous about identities of the belligerents depicted here if I was talking about a complete victory instead of a setback...I'm sure a diligent reader can easily deduce the origin of this tale, but I believe now if there is a third installment, I'll continue my stance of veiled identities regardless of the outcome...It's only fair, and it's more fun...
One of the combatants, bloated by years of meek compliance by sheep-like visitors willing to be herded through a common checkpoint, became enraged at the awareness of a rebel force-of-one who ignored its unlawful and unsuccessful attempts at insulting restraint...The insurgent, after completing his lawful mission within the territory in which the giant claimed total control, began to ignore the exit checkpoint re-entering the free world, and bypassing the herd who were meekly awaiting permission to leave...
The rebel's activities had been previously noted by the giant's command post who could not allow such insolence to go unpunished, as it might stir feelings of rebellion among the others...Replacing the checkpoint pickets with larger, louder and more obnoxious wardens, the giant assumed that its more imposing sentinels would restore its dominance over the rebel force...
To the surprise and annoyance of the arrogant ogre, the rebel merely ignored the replacement guards' main weapons, their shrill and vexatious voices, as he used their gargantuan obesity against them by sidestepping them into the cleaner outside air...The pretentious kingfish of this small pond, sensing a loss of control over the mindless herd from which the giant feeds, unleashed what she thought to be a silver bullet against the rebel force...
Summoning up her full height of five and a half feet, she looked up into the unflinching face of the rebel, and announced in her most irritating voice that he would no longer be allowed to display his rebellious nature among the meeker cattle grazing within her dominion...After laughing into her pinched face, she spewed forth in her fury against the rebel that she had been compiling evidence against him, and threatened to present it all to a "higher authority"...
Laughingly telling her that any authority on the planet was higher than that which she possessed, the rebel bid her adieu, deciding to distribute his assets among a more appreciative group of recipients...The giant, although probably unfeeling of the loss of commerce, was left to practice its pompous and overbearing routine on a more compliant flock, while the rebel's resources were welcomed in other venues, and he prepared his counterattacks for any new aggression by the giant...
As it was noted by an unknown commentator. "It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings," which will probably occur sometime after her doughnut break following a wearying shift at the checkpoint herding the sheep...
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