The Idyossey
Chapter 14: Glossolalia

The Idyossey
Chapter 1- Ichor of the Gods
Chapter 2- The Price of Peace
Chapter 3- Empyre
Chapter 4- Woeful Warrior
Chapter 5- Mitzvah
Chapter 6- News Analysis
Chapter 7- Strategic Planner
Chapter 8- Aristea
Chapter 9- Last Supper
Chapter 10- Skullduggery
Chapter 11: Family Reunion
Chapter 12- Black Goddess
Chapter 13- Saboteur
Chapter 14- Glossolalia
Chapter 15- Visitation
Chapter 16- Dead or Alive
Chapter 17- Across the Border
Chapter 18- The Unraveling
Chapter 19- Summer in the City
Chapter 20- Wolf and Jackal
Chapter 21- George Gloats
Chapter 22- Surreality
Chapter 23- Kidnapped
Chapter 24- Denouement

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On June 25 the Supreme Court OK’s sodomy.
Their six-to-three decision’s not unexpected;
Antonin Scalia is appalled, announces that
The court has joined the culture war, disregards
The values of mainstream middle America,
And now promotes the Gay Agenda.

John Ashcroft asks audience with the President,
Sets a 4 p.m. appointment to make his appeal. He
Counts upon Resolute George to share his horror.
Till then, he plans to pray unto the Lord,
Ask for guidance and direction to
Help him overcome this tragedy.

Son of a Pentecostal minister,
He feels filled by the Holy Spirit, in body,
Heart and soul. A true believer,
He knows the stakes: Man’s immortal soul.
You’re on the right side with the Lord
Or you’re with Satan.

On his knees, appointments canceled,
Eyes shut tight, John sways left and right.
His eyes dart up and down; lips moving,
John nods, engaged in conversation.
His hands dart out in supplication, then
He bows, and lowers his forehead to the floor.

At 3:30 his assistant buzzes. John sighs,
Bows his head, asks once more for strength.
Moving to his private bath he turns on the water.
Looking shell-shocked and wild-eyed,
His puts his head beneath the tap, anoints himself
Lets it run cold from crown to chin.

Still in the power of the spirit, Sly Ashcroft
Tightens his tie, tucks in his shirt and leaves.
By 3:55 he’s in the Oval Office. At 4 p.m.,
Simple George enters. His mood
Seems light, his step lively, a good sign.
“Hi John, it’s good to see you. What’s up?”

Mr. President,” John begins, “Heard the news?”
George is drinking, 7-up, his index finger
Stirs the ice. It’s the way he used to stir his scotch
And rocks, and the act helps him relax. Not looking
Up answers, “What news is that?” “Why
Sodomy’s now legal, says the court,” John rasps.

“Yeah, I heard that from Dick Cheney.”
George seems unconcerned; he licks
His index finger. “What will we do about it, sir?”
John asks tersely. “Not much we can do, a six
To three decision. We’ll wait ‘til the court is changed.
Relax, our appointees will reverse it.”

John blurts out, “It’s an abomination!
Souls are being lost to Satan. Losing them
To Islam’s bad enough, but to lose the moral war
Right here, right now, I can’t accept.
You need to get to Rehnquist and O’Connor,
They have to leave. You must insist upon it!”

Red-faced, he stands up and paces.
“Lord,” he prays, “I ask you
for your guidance and advice. Give me the way,
Show me the way to overcome this madness.
Hammu laba gibba saddu michem givore,
Numma kinna garon plidal simpo haman!”

John’s body begins to shake and quiver;
On his knees he mumbles strange words.
George stares, fascinated by this weird behavior,
Ashcroft, speaking in tongues, seems possessed.
“Can you hear me, John? It’s you know who.”
George teases John.

“Ubba himad saddu pilad, gubba salem,”
Entranced, John looks at George above him.
“John,” George booms in his deepest voice.
“I have a job for you; do you know who I am?”
George grins, sure he has
The power of suggestion.

“Pilam gubbu pidar?” Ashcroft's hands are clasped.
“That’s right John, that’s good. Now listen,
I want you to investigate Howard Dean.”
He’s thrown his hat into the ring,
And seeks the Democratic nomination.
He wants to be the President.

“Bulub mindo socall pinone,” John mumbles,
“He’s a sodomite, John! An abomination!
His filthy deeds must be revealed.
I’m counting on you John.” George kneels,
His face cheek to cheek with Ashcroft.
“I will reward your efforts.”

George places his hand on Ashcroft’s shoulder.
He’s jolted by a current that hits his body.
His hand is glued, unmovable; meanwhile
Ashcroft’s eyes lock onto those of George.
John’s puts his hand on George’s shoulder -
“Pulib samad hinna garib,” says George.

“Hubba bubba gobad sinad,” they say in unison.
George looks confused but smiles. They stare
Into each other’s eyes in silence, then
Slump to the floor panting. As their breath
Returns to normal they stand up. George
Looks frightened. “What in God’s name was that?”

“You were just struck by the Holy Spirit,”
Sly Ashcroft is beaming like a proud father.
“What were those words? George says meekly.
“The language of God, like the Apostles
Spoke at Pentecost.” John takes George’s hand,
“You have been blessed. Welcome, Mr. President.”

George stunned, sits behind his desk.
“I had no idea. Forgive me John, for joking.”
“Forgive you, Mr. President?” John now confused.
“For talking like God, Howard Dean, that stuff.”
“Howard Dean? What about him?”
Sly Ashcroft raises his eyebrows.

“Oh...OK,” George relaxes, and leans back.
“I want to quote you in a speech,” he says.
“What quote is that?” Ashcroft inquires. “'Islam requires
That you send your sons to die for God; Christianity required
God to send his son to die for you.'” John grins,
“Call it your own, after all, we’re brothers now.”
 
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