Attention (Fiction)

Oscar parked his beat-up VW van by the curb and gazed at the giant tent that an unsuccessful Midwest Revivalist had abandoned. He turned sideways in the driver's seat and kicked at the door, which screeched from abuse as it opened. He jumped out onto the curb and swung open the rear of the van. He grabbed a sledgehammer with a taped handle from the back and then staked a hand-written sign near the entrance of the tent that read:

Attention!

Opinions needed

Will pay good money for your notions, views, ingrained prejudices,  dyed-in-the-wool beliefs, honest-to-god opinions, deliberate misconceptions, group mentalities, heavy-handed persuasions, zero tolerance, Divine rulings, snap decisions, warped views, popular delusions, mass-hallucinations, unrepentant wrong thinking, off-the-cuff remarks, paranoid schizophrenia, slanted biases, rush to judgments and editorial comments.

Ex-cogitators and deliberate thinkers need not apply.

Within minutes the tent was filled with people from all walks of life, of all colors and persuasions and equally of both sexes. They pushed and shoved to be first in line to give their opinions, each certain of his judgment. Oscar quietly zipped up the tent and ran to the van and pulled out a metal, paint chipped container. He poured the liquid from the can onto the zipped entrance and then lit a match, tossing it at the tent...which soon was engulfed in flames.

Never questioning his convictions, or the irony, he pulled up the sign and hopped into his VW van and headed down the highway to the next town, where he'd find plenty more applicants ready to adjudicate their brothers.

Author notes

And on the eighth day he created vanity.Yes I'm still going to post fiction here.