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Monday, December 9, 2024
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THE MAN WHO KILLED THE BISHOP
Coronel Batres was the only member of the military junta, who did not go to the polytechnic. He went up through the ranks, in a brutal fashion, which earned him the nickname the beast.
He was only a sergeant, when he cornered the guerrilla leader, in a mountain top village, where he killed and later decapitated him. He then carried the head on a pole through the Indian villages, as a warning to anyone who chose to defy the government. He was awarded a battlefield lieutenant, and progressed through the ranks accordingly.
It took him a decade to reach the rank of colonel, and by that time the guerrilla fighting had been debilitated to nothing. They lacked the military and financial support, which the government received from its ally in the north. Thus, the republic prospered. with skyscrapers, shopping malls and fast food restaurants. The military leaders enjoyed the perennial graft, and became fat and lazy, while the population languished in abject poverty.
Then,, out of nowhere, came the unexpected opposition of the Catholic Church. It began in the pulpits, with the indignation of the inhuman treatment of the illiterate masses. International human rights organizations joined the fray, and the military leaders were censored by their United States patrons. The quandary was finally capitalized, when the bishop proclaimed that the military government should be displaced by a freely elected civilian one. This was the straw that broke the camels back. The bishop had to be eliminated: but how and by whom? There were meetings and intelligent recommendations, until it was decided that Colonel Batres had to kill the bishop. He would be the scapegoat He would be tried and sent to prison. The world would then be pacified and of course Uncle Sam.
The prison would be a paradise and the colonel would be separated from the other inmates. He would be treated in a luxurious style, with the best of food, liquors and prostitutes. Colonel Batres agreed and carried out his mission accordingly. His life behind bars took on an unimaginable existence, the likes of which he had never known on the outside. If this were suffering, he enjoyed it immensely.
The other prisoners disliked this treatment, so the colonel had to pass on some favors to a group who would act as bodyguards and protect him. There were others, however, who felt a spiritual rancor for what he did. The fact that he had murdered a Catholic Bishop, disturbed their religious superstition. They considered the man he killed to be in the place of God. That was the way the Catholic Church had defined it. This idea gathered strength, until they finally got together and decided the colonel had to be reckoned with. It was a kind of honorable justice among thieves.
The inmates formed a committee and summoned Louis, the colonel's confident man, and informed him the following:
"Louis, you must kill Colonel Batres," Armando, who had poisoned his wife and her lover told him.
"But that's like killing the hen who laid the golden eggs!" Louis protested, "The colonel has been so good to me and I'm sure he could give you the same favors if I asked him to."
"He must be killed Louis," Jose, who was sentenced to life for murder, affirmed.
"Bur why?" Louis demanded.
"Because he killed the bishop, who was the closest man to God, according to the Catholic Church." Rafael, the thief, informed him.
"But I don't think God would mind if he let the colonel give out some gifts to us...like money, liquor and women!"
"Unless you want to join him, you must poison him Louis." Armando concluded, what the others had agreed upon.
So, Louis put poison in his liquor, and at first the colonel complained of a stomach ache. Then he began to go blind, until he finally gave up the ghost, in a painful fashion. After that the prisoners came and cut off his head. They used it as a soccer ball, kicking it around on the prison soccer field. The authorities did not miss the colonel for a few days and wondered what had had happened to him. It remained a mystery, until one day a guard noticed a strange ball that the prisoners were kicking around. He took another guard with him and they both gasped in disbelief, when they saw it was a head.
"My God! That's the man who killed the bishop!"
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