Glenn Beck - The Overton Window

“Saul Alinsky was right, Noah-the ends do justify the means. I can’t imagine how any thinking person could believe otherwise. Which do you really think the huddled masses would prefer if they knew what I know-that they have only two choices: a quick if somewhat painful transformation, or yet another century of slow progress and suffering toward the same inevitable end, only this time with all of the country’s wealth and potential stolen away from them before the decay even begins.

“And yet these selfish and ignorant meddlers-patriots, they have the gall to call themselves-they would stand in the path of destiny. What do they think they’ve accomplished? The lives of how many were saved tonight? Thirty thousand? Five times that many people die around the globe every day. They die in obscurity at the end of an aimless existence, and they disappear to dust as though they’d never been. But those thirty thousand, they would have died for a cause greater than any other, their names would have been etched in monuments in the new world, on the granite markers heralding mankind’s new beginning. One world, ruled by the wise and the fittest and the strong, with no naïve illusions of equality or the squandered promises of freedom for all.

“How many times must we learn the same lessons? Leave the useless eaters to their pursuit of happiness, and the result is always slaughter and chaos and poverty and despair. What your new friends fail to see is that this country was nothing more than a brief anomaly, a mere passing second in the march of time. People often ask how slavery could’ve happened, but that just shows their ignorance. Slavery and tyranny have been the rule for thousands of years; freedom is the short-lived exception.

“The United States should never have survived as long as it has, but all good things must come to an end. The system is broken beyond repair. It costs a billion dollars to run for president these days; Abraham Lincoln would never have lasted past the Iowa caucuses. And if the occasional visionaries actually make it into office, their corruption begins immediately. They’re overcome by the problems they inherit. But the majority of politicians are only prostitutes and puppets, and they always will be. Their simple-minded lusts for money, and sex, and power make them controllable, but they disgust me. When they’ve served their purpose, they’ll learn what real power is, along with everyone else.

“Whatever chance we have to take control of this world is in controlling who pulls the strings. Presidents, senators, governors-all of these come and go, but I and my peers have been here all along, raising them up and tearing them down. The real enduring powers in this world are older than any modern government, and it’s past time that we put an end to these empty dreams of liberty. Now, we openly take the reins. Now, we’ll give the people the government they’ve shown themselves to deserve. No one knows the people better than I do, and I know what they need. We’ll give them a purpose: a simple, regimented, peaceful life with all the reasonable comforts, in service of something greater than any single, selfish nation.”

The old man stood, walked to the door, rapped on the frame three times, and then came back and took his seat again. After a moment, others entered the room, a different group of professionals than Noah had seen before.

“Your mother,” Noah’s father began, “meant a great deal to me. I saw in her my last hopes for humanity. She had her weaknesses, but in thinking back on it now, those weaknesses may have been what drew me to her. She believed in people, for one, that the good in them could outweigh the bad. For the brief time I was with her, a touch of those weaknesses even spread to me. We had a child together, though I’d sworn I’d never bring another human being into this world. But she poured all of her innocent dreams into her son.

“And as she lay dying, your mother told me that I should expect to see wonderful things from you, Noah. I’ve held on to that hope. But as I stood out there just now, watching outside this room for the preceding hour, I had to wonder if this was to be the end of my ambitions for you.”

“Your ambitions… for me?”

“Believe it or not, my boy, I won’t live forever. There’s much to do before I die; the outcome of my life’s work is still very much in doubt, and I need help to see it through. I need your help.

“My wish has been that you would someday stand beside me as we bring forth this new world together. You have great gifts, Noah, but those gifts have been kept dormant by a trick of heredity. I know you’ve felt this conflict, and it must have been quite painful at times. You have your father’s mind, but your mother’s heart. Neither will permit the other to come to the fore.

“But it seems you may have been exposed to a disease in your thinking over the last few days. I’m familiar with this infection, and once it takes hold in a person I’m afraid it’s shown itself to be quite incurable. It will be with you until you die, in other words. And so, before you can help me, Noah, before I can trust you to do so, we must be certain that this woman and her friends haven’t passed you a sickness that cannot be permitted to spread.”

The technicians had already begun their preparations. Now some brought heavy copper cables and electrodes and fastened these to various points on Noah’s body with wraps of white tape. A cold dab of conductive gel was applied to his temple on one side, and then on the other.

“Tm here to save you, Noah,” his father said, “one way or the other, and to preserve my legacy. One of two young men will leave this room with me. The first was taken hostage by this Ross woman and her terrorist militia, but he managed to escape and then bravely risked his life by standing in the road to prevent a group of policemen and federal agents from being killed in that terrible explosion in the desert. This man is a hero, and will carry on my work and be my eyes and ears in the field as our plans proceed.

“The other man played a part in a similar story, with one sad exception: This other man is dead.”

Arthur Gardner nodded to one of the seated technicians.

“And now,” he said, “let’s find out together, once and for all, if Noah Gardner is really his father’s son.”

They’d refashioned his bonds in a manner that would still restrain him, but with less likelihood of causing him to injure himself in the course of the coming ordeal. He was instructed to bite down on a length of hard rubber hose they’d placed between his teeth.

What they did, they’d learned from decades of trial-and-error and thousands of prisoners who’d been down this last road before him. Even in a clinical setting, electroconvulsive therapy was far more an art than a science; the results were never fully known until the procedure was finished. The goals were different here, but their main purpose was plain: to destroy any remaining will to resist or evade, so the truth would be the only thing he’d be left capable of speaking.

For a long while his father sat silently next to the metal table as the technicians administered the voltage with a jeweler’s precision. Noah could hear the screams, and he knew they were his, but a small part of him was detached enough to simply observe the suffering.

His mind, once his greatest, if least used, asset, was no longer under his control. He couldn’t focus on the technicians or the pain and he’d long ago stopped wondering how much longer it would go on. All that was left were random snapshots of the past that flashed uninvited into his head.

All his defenses had left him hours before. In this state if he’d had any information to reveal he would have gladly offered it, but they were now probing for something much deeper than mere intelligence. Each time he thought there was nothing left, they found another fragile layer of his soul to peel away. In the end, when all he could see was darkness, whatever was left of him finally gave in and tried its best to surrender.