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The Long Lost Trial of Socrates
The Long Lost Trial of Socrates
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The infamous trial of Socrates has always been shrouded in mystery. Just what did happen? Fortunately I have uncovered all of the answers and now for the first time, all will be revealed.

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Release dateMay 23, 2015
ISBN9781310955549
The Long Lost Trial of Socrates
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Christopher Volkay

Life? Was it what you expected? I'm not praising it, I'm not crying about it, Only saying it was absolutely nothing like what I thought it would be. People? Wow. I remember when I was young I suppose I loved everybody and everything, it was peace love and grooviness MAN! How's this for a quote-by the time we're sixty everybody finally has the face they deserve. Well almost.. Sad to say I probably live by one of George Carlin's brilliant sayings. I've used the following quote my whole life from Carlin and it really, actually does help. The quote, "We're all f**ked, it helps to remember that." And it really does somehow. You might change the f**ked to maybe crumbs, a bit more palatable. Also, there seem, to be at least two types of outrageous pricks. 1. People like Billy Carter (Jimmy's brother) or maybe the banjo player over the river in Deliverance. Pricks but they don't know it. 2. Then there is a second kind, Pricks, fully aware of it, but won't stop because being a shameless prick is just so god damn much fun. It's great "pricking" or piercing their delusional pretensions. Hmm? I wonder which kind I am? I gets pretty good coverage over on Free Republic-one of the biggest conservative sites in the world with 100,000 hits per day and about 20 million views per month. Also, look for me there or over on Goodreads, Facebook, Smashwords and other suspects

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    The Long Lost Trial of Socrates - Christopher Volkay

    THE LONG LOST TRIAL OF SOCRATES (A Screenplay)

    by Chris Volkay

    Published by Chris Volkay at Smashwords

    Copyright 2015 Chris Volkay

    FADE IN:

    SUPERIMPOSE;

    SCREEN 1:

    "IN 399 B.C., SOCRATES VERY FAMOUSLY DRANK HEMLOCK, KILLING

    HIMSELF AT THE BEHEST OF HIS BELOVED CITY, ATHENS. THE

    DETAILS OF THIS EVENT, INCLUDING HIS TRIAL, HAVE ALWAYS BEEN

    SHROUDED IN INTRIGUE AND MYSTERY, UNTIL NOW."

    SCREEN 2:

    "WHY DOES IT MATTER? SOCRATES IS CONSIDERED THE WEST'S MOST

    IMPORTANT PHILOSOPHER AND THE VERY FATHER OF WESTERN

    CIVILIZATION ITSELF.

    YES... HE'S THE ONE TO BLAME FOR IT ALL."

    EXT. STREETS OF ATHENS-DAY

    As sweat flies off his mop-like head, a toga-clad, sandaled

    SENTRY sprints through the streets. After about a half-dozen

    blocks he darts into an ostentatious looking government

    building.

    INT. CHAMBERS OF JUDGE ORESTHANES-DAY

    Our dripping sentry bursts into a courtroom. JUDGE

    ORESTHANES, mid-50's and distinguished, immediately springs

    to his feet.

    SENTRY

    Your honor! That son of a stinky

    pig is at it again!

    JUDGE ORESTHANES

    Socrates? Oh for the love of Zeus.

    Can't he just go to the crows

    already. Where is he this time?

    SENTRY

    Right where he always plops his big

    can, the agora, Pericles Mall.

    JUDGE ORESTHANES

    Alright, alright. Go back and

    monitor what he's saying, but don't

    do anything yet. That old goatface'll

    be sniveling about his FREE

    SPEECH and we can't have that kind

    of crap again. I'll be down in a

    few minutes.

    2.

    The sentry withdraws from the courtroom.

    EXT. THE AGORA AT PERICLES MALL-DAY

    SOCRATES, 70, toga-clad, disheveled, scrabbly and a little

    plump, is frenetically pacing on a slightly elevated wooden

    stage in the middle of the agora (square). His shoulder

    length thinning gray hair and bristly white beard are waving

    in a gentle breeze.

    He is surrounded by perhaps 500 people who are riveted by his

    strange words. Nearby shop owners and merchants are all

    standing nearby, cursing him from their shop's stone

    doorways.

    Standing behind Socrates, on stage, a couple of YOUNGER MEN,

    that could be students. As we move closer, we begin to hear

    the grating voice of the great thinker.

    SOCRATES

    Okay, simple-minded sons of sheep,

    I'll go you one better. I ask ya,

    have you ever had one thought, one

    original idea in your whole

    flippin' life? Don't answer just

    think.

    There is a palpable rumbling of wintry discontent swirling

    through the assaulted crowd.

    SOCRATES

    Come on, how about it? Just one

    tiny tot of an idea. A baby. A wee,

    wee baby, a little guppy of an

    idea?

    (pinching his fingers

    together)

    He continues to wait but nobody utters a syllable.

    SOCRATES (CONT’D)

    Hasn't every idea, every notion,

    every thought come from your mommy

    and poppy, your holy men, your

    politicians, the academies,

    friends, family? They all wait for

    you outside your cribs like a

    circle of stomach-growling

    vultures.

    As soon as you begin walking they

    start sowing those seeds in your

    soft little heads.

    3.

    SOCRATES (CONT’D)

    Your heads are then picked from the

    harvester's fields like an ear of

    corn.

    (pointing toward crowd)

    So who? Who?

    MAN FROM THE BACK OF CROWD

    Oh fuck you old man. Why don't you

    go gum some nuts! Besides sheep

    don't bray, they go baa.

    SOCRATES

    Oh well then for that I do

    apologize. Okay then, let's hear

    you go baa!

    ANOTHER MAN IN THE CROWD

    Couldn't you just leave us in

    peace?

    SOCRATES

    Baa baa! Holy precious goat-crap! A

    new outlying province is heard

    from. But that doesn't answer my

    question does it, boys? Waiting,

    waiting who? One original idea

    ever...

    Stepping forward is a young-looking man, carrying some

    scrolls under his arm. He is perhaps a student. He is

    RIPANESE.

    RIPANESE

    Okay, let's play your game. Let's

    say you're right. Our heads are

    filled with the pale dust from the

    miller's wheel, what does it

    matter? We're getting along okay

    aren't we? We're not living out in

    the fields with the sheep! We make

    progress!

    SOCRATES

    That, my spectacularly absorbent

    sponge is the point. We used to

    abide out with the goat. Now we've

    left that behind, yes? But we still

    toil and grunt like the oxen! We

    pull our plows through the streets

    now. Our HEADS haven't changed. Baa

    baa.

    Another young man, MEDIOCRAS, now steps forward also holding

    scrolls under his arms.

    4.

    MEDIOCRAS

    Yes but many of the ideas we have

    adopted have been proven valuable

    over time, it this not true?

    SOCRATES

    Yes, they are very valuable, if you

    are a squirrel. My friendly friend,

    there is a whole other world that

    exists out there, but you will

    never see it, if you spend all your

    time being a dutiful squirrel-face.

    RIPANESE

    Sir please. We have both received

    the finest teaching that Athens has

    on offer. We have both graduated

    from Academy with many honors.

    SOCRATES

    Yes, you are the painstakingly

    educated and glowing numb-nuts from

    the Academy. I would shake your

    hands but I just took a big crap.

    MEDIOCRAS

    Yeah, why don't you find some nuts

    to gum!

    SOCRATES

    Not the worst idea

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