Beatitude Adjustment
The screeching howler-monkeys seem to be winning, don't they? It's like the internet, in providing either anonymity or safe-distance, or, unfortunately, both, allows the unthinking to appear thoughtful just because they can form a sentence. It allows the shrill and unfeeling a chance to bark hateful things at fellow human beings without having to endure the consequences. It kills empathy and leaves sympathy dashed on roadside rocks. These screeders prejudice every argument with ugly names, classifications based on behavior that they themselves employ! [see: barking moonbat]
Such hypocrisy seems to be the way of things these days, doesn't it? Conservatives masquerading as compassionate. Christians howling with rage when violence fails to be employed against the sinners. Overspending and overtaxation being lauded by those who bear the brunt of it.
Blessed are the poor/meak/mournful/just/merciful/righteous/peacemakers/persecuted, right?
Such irony seems to be lost on the multitude of the multiplicitous, doesn't it? The poor supporting the party that wants corporations and the already-rich to thrive at their expense. The meek, called weak and feckless by armchair idiots for a "Strong America". The mournful who, if they are not American, are said to deserve what they get. The just, who are told loudly that it's really revenge they should demand. The merciful who are called spineless by those who look at mercy as a one-way phenomenon aimed properly only at themselves. The righteous, who, clean of heart, are not to be trusted by those who gave up hope, gave up vision and gave up independence a long long time ago. The peacemakers, who are laughed away as impotent by those who would shrink to nothing if their guns were taken away. The persecuted, who are stripped naked and pointed at and laughed at and humiliated by those who cower when a harsh accusatory light is shone on them.
Those are same people who laugh bitterly at heaven, who squat on the earth like they own it, who suspect anyone who offers comfort without the expectation of payback, who gave up on justice ages ago, who have no mercy for even misstep, who know deep in their rageful hearts that their Absentee Father in Heaven is a myth, whose vengeful hearts are emptied out on foreign sand, who would never put themselves in harm's way just to do the right thing.
These are the people who gave up on faith and traded it for a cheap substitute: dogma.
These are the people who attackAttackATTACK! because they themselves won't bear close examination.
These are the supposed human beings who have nothing to offer but a rape mentality who have nothing to offer but a Dog's Knot up your ass.
These are not human beings. They may wear the form of humanity, but they're the real killers, the real stalkers, the real danger in this world. They're the ones who have nothing to offer the world but the rot of their own self-satisfied isolation.
Rage on, King Bear/Gordon. Rage on, Geoffrey. I pity you. You all lost the knack of moderation, the knack of decency a long time ago. Your impotent posturing only feeds the rage that consumes you.
If I have engaged you in the past, as I engage you now, if I engage you in the future, I only do it out of frustration and to hasten you to the end of your dead-end path.