The King David Hotel was one of the nicest hotels in Israel. Close to the beach, under warm temperatures even for mid-February. The hotel was busy with tourists, businessmen and flight crews spending the night before their next shift, wherever it may take them.
Cartright was sitting at the bar, watching the busy rest of the world doing what they do: run like ants, with no real purpose, simply obeying their fake religious beliefs. Their fake interest for other cultures or their greed in hoping to sign contracts and sell their crappy products to other ants just like them. He really hated the type of people he was seeing here. The worst being, of course, those visiting for religious reasons. He had no respect for them, irrespective of the religion in question. They were all based on a lie, represented by liars, and followed like cults by people whose lives were so empty that they preferred to be like sheep and follow a so-called “chosen” leader. For him, Catholics, Protestants, Jews, Muslims, and all the possible flavors of religion were not worth any respect or pity.
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