Once upon a time there was a writer. He said things people didn’t like to hear.
So the people came about and made him a scapegoat.
“Shut the fuck up, you’re always wrong,” they said, with fire and hatred in their eyes. “Now get out and don’t come back.”
He left; he didn’t have a choice.
Time passed; they were angry. He wasn’t there to pick on anymore. Things had started to get worse. Some of them were things he had warned them about.
“Come back, you asshole, why aren’t you fighting the good fight?” they asked. “Now get out there and do us some good.”
He started to talk again.
“Shut the fuck up, you’re always wrong again,” they said. “Oh. My. Gawd. Someone get this asshole out of here.”
They threw him out again. Time passed…
“Come back out here…”