THE MERCHANTS PARABLE, OR THE STORY OF MORGAN AND THE BLUE BLOODS.

One day the sheeple were poor and sad. The grass on the other village looked greener because the tribe of blue bloods took care of it. They worked the land and in return the land gave them its bounty. The blue bloods were happy and their women were naked dressed in beads of gold and as hardworking as they were beautiful.
"We want their land!" They cried."We want their gold and silver too!""We want their women!" They bleated.
One day a traveling merchant by the name of Morgan rode by. His golden armor gleamed in the sun. He noticed that the Sheeple were sad and he wanted to help them learn to be happy, because after all bankers are always good people.
"The pen is mightier than the sword!" He said.
They all looked up at him in stupifyed amazement, but it was so.
The sheeple were at war with another village. They looked at the man and they all laughed and thought, no its not, what am I going to do give the guy ink poisoning?!?
Morgan jumped off of his horse and opened his pack and pulled out a rod of iron and a thick branch and began to whittle the branch. Using the scraps of wood he lit a fire in a little furnace that turned he sky black and smelted the iron into steel. He hammered the rod of iron into a barrel and cooled it in their well which turned black as well. He then fastened the barrel to the stock and handed the Sheep a real working gun.
"Here friend, the gun is mightier than the sword as well."
The Man hands them a gun and they write him an IOU with a pen. Agreeing to pay more than the amount they borrowed upon his return. He also hands them a manual written with a pen to tell them how to use it.
The manual tells them to point the gun at what you want to shoot and it will be dead.
The sheeple rejoice at the man dressed in metal. They quickly ran to kill their brothers and sisters and steal all their gold.
"HAHA," they squealed. "I am now rich!"
The sheeple quickly noticed that the dead bodies lay about the grass stinking up the black air. They tried to wash the blood from their hands but the water turned their hands black with soot. The grass turned browner than theirs and died from the pollution.
One day the man wearing metal came back to the village demanding three times the value of the IOU.
The sheeple didnt have the money because the village they killed only had as much gold as they had.
The land was worthless because the city they made had nothing to offer other than gold, and all of the women were fat from the chocolate that they had 2 portions of from the victory.
"we have nothing more to give you Morgan, we are just as poor as before!"
Morgan said, "But now you have knowledge! I have given you all far more than you could imagine, why not rejoice? Now, when will you sheeple just give me my money?"
But, the sheeple knew that they could not pay. Quickly they raised their gun to shoot at Morgan but the bullets bounced off his metal armor and killed them all but one.
"You have tried to destroy me and for this debt you will pay with your life."
"But why they bleated, Why didn't it work?!?"
"Simple sheeple, The pen is mightier than the sword because the pen can make you a god. How do you think I designed the armor I'm wearing."
Morgan then took out his pen and stabbed the man in the heart. And this was as close as he would ever be to the blue bloods.