The greatest trick God ever pulled was blaming his malarkey on the devil. Passing the buck and dodging responsibilities being yet another benefit of omnipotence. From the bullshit in Eden to heckling poor Job, I Am proves the alpha and omega unworthy of worship, a creator blaming his creation for his own crummy, reckless work. The gospel of ‘cause I say so continues to be a popular one, however wrongheaded and immoral they might be. Blame the victim, blame your lackeys, blame the devil and the deep blue sea: claim the glory, nothing more. Power is still a coward’s game.
The compass is busted, the law a dice toss, evil the primary attribute of our finest institutions. The lies have become their only creed, spreading very literally like a cancer. Authority the last refuge of a scoundrel, we are beset by gunhands, brutes, and predators in sets and uniforms. We haven’t come close to seeing the worst of it yet. A criminal conspiracy continues to burn the earth beneath us. The skies are thick with ready death. Doom is nigh, and it’s on the clock.
Myself, I’m past my expiration date. An old man already in middle age, the years are not kind to the crazies, at least not the poor ones. My foolishness and behavioral disorders are my likely executioners, my own hand in some mood swing horror, or the looming consequences of compulsion and bad choices. Now, though, my murder seems more likely than it has since I was a kid taking chances. Whether it will be from uniformed lawless flunkies enforcing some edict, or from the chaos generated by money grubbing nihilists destroying civilization, murder is crackling through the atmosphere of late. You can watch the combo platter of vile criminality and cowardly dishonor end the world in real time tomorrow, defending the indefensible, all to avoid ever paying the bill. Hand on the Bible while the devil collects his due.
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