The young man had a keen interest in politics from a very early age.
He was in his late teens when his interest in the subject seemed to focus on the middle-east. It was during his university studies that things began to fall apart for him. In hindsight, you’d have to say that he struggled more and more with the fact that he was finding that he had more questions than answers. Unhappily, the plethora of ideas has brought him to his current situation. He is sitting at his little table covered with several versions of maps of the middle-east, along with the latest copies of all of the major newspapers, eking out everything he can about what is going on out there.
The two men were talking.
The first man asked, “Why is his jacket so dirty?”
The other replied, “Oh! A bit of an accident at dinner.”
“Anyway, how did your little chat go?” said the first.
The other shrugged and said, “Um. A bit complicated. It started out relatively straightforward with him asking for more maps, then he went on to explain that he simply wants the Americans to love the Jews and the Arabs, he wants the Arabs to love the Jews and the Americans, and he wants the Jews to love the Americans and the Arabs.”
“Again?”
“Yes, again, but he did go on to say that he’s also concerned about the Iranians, the Turks, the Kurds, the Berbers, the Azeris, the Greeks, the Armenians and the Nubians. He said that if any of them have any differences between them, they should patch things up!”
The two men in the white coats stepped back from the observation window and faced one another. The senior doctor said, “Well, at least he’s broadening his thinking. In the meantime, we’ll get him cleaned up. Have him restrained while they get a clean straightjacket on him.”