The Sphinx

(An Allegory of the 2004 Presidential Election)

On November 1, 2004, the Second Coming occurred. As foretold by Yeats, it was not the arrival of a savior, but a vengeful beast. In the deserts of Iraq, a sphinx arose from the sands. It stood twelve feet high with a beautiful human countenance to match its majestic lion body.

It arrived in Baghdad and conversed with its people. It talked with the men who planted bombs in hotels and cars.

“Why do you destroy and kill?” it asked.

“To oppose the tyranny of Bush’s evil plans and prevent the Americans from controlling our lives and culture,” they replied.

“Yet you kill your own countrymen in the process.”

“Sacrifices must be made.”

“Have you been successful in your endeavor?”

Unable to answer, the men answered they must continue trying anything. Dissatisfied with the answer, the sphinx ate all of the terrorists and flew to America to address George W. Bush. An election was imminent, and Bush’s concerns were more with obtaining votes than preventing the death of innocents. Bush did not want to see the sphinx, but the sphinx was most insistent. After trampling several Secret Service guards beneath his mighty paws, the sphinx found Bush cowering in a corner bedroom of the White House.

“Why did you attack Iraq?” the sphinx asked.

“Because they were going to use weapons of mass destruction to destroy my country,” Bush replied.

“What weapons? Where are they?”

“We’ll find them.”

“You’re very confident and passionate. Is that the only reason you invaded a country?”


“You lie. You crave the resources there, don’t you?”

Under the sphinx’s commanding gaze, the president was unable to deceive the creature. “Yes, we need more oil. This country’s economic stability relies on obtaining all of the planet’s oil.”

“You are deluded and, therefore, dangerous,” the sphinx said.

The sphinx picked up the president between his teeth and bit him in two. Next, the sphinx visited John Kerry.

“Will you continue to attack Iraq?” the sphinx asked.

“I will do what is necessary to end the war with Iraq,” Kerry replied.

“Then there will be more deaths?”

“It’s essential to victory and the end of this conflict.”

“Will you ever withdraw your armies from the desert?”

“Probably not.”

After the sphinx ate John Kerry, it addressed the American people.

“What do you want from life?” the sphinx asked.

“We crave products and the money to buy those products. We want glamour and sex and immediate gratification. We want all this without having to work or toil or exert ourselves physically. We want someone else to think for us, and we want them to make the decisions for us. We are unconcerned with everyone else in the world, mostly because we don’t know about it.”

“Do you want to take over the world?”

“Sure, why not?” the Americans replied.

The sphinx shook his head like a parent who cannot communicate properly with his children. Discipline was necessary in such cases. The sphinx rumbled through America and devoured most of its citizens. Then it took over the office of President. It withdrew the troops from Iraq apologetically and assisted Iraq’s people with rebuilding its country and creating a government of its choosing. The American people became less selfish and vain under its new peaceful despot. The sphinx ruled America for centuries. It prospered as a monarchy and became a Utopian society.


The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Works Cited

Yeats, William Butler. “The Second Coming.” Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation, 2014. Web. 19 July 2014.

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