My Thoughts

Two things have come to mind over these last few days, stark reminders of how depraved and dark the human soul has become. What has long been revered has been made unholy, unclean, reviled, therefore, or so we are told to believe, all must be destroyed or revised beyond recognition; much as C.S. Lewis warned in The Abolition of Man. For the sake of progress, man must regress; the old must make way for the new and improved; the world would be a far better place if only there were no human beings to mess things up; to cure the illness, kill the patient. All are connected, each a numbered dot upon a plain sheet of paper, connect the dots to find the answer. Except … life is and never has been one-dimensional; a life is not a dot like any other, to be connected or erased, manipulated, or ignored. And yet, does it not feel strangely odd, how much we have come to accept as normal being turned into dots?

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Thoroughly disagreeable people trend toward disagreement with anything and everything with which they should disagree. It is their raison d’être to take issue no matter the issue, celebrating cause célèbre without cause to celebrate. Should one remark, “The earth is a large round ball in a vast sea of nothingness,” the disagreeable will immediately quarrel, declaring they are standing despairingly in a bottomless pit. Should one mention the fallen nature and sinfulness of man, objectors will immediately object, labeling you a “&#*$!” religious bigot, your mention of their hateful rhetoric: hate speech. Should simple math prove four to forever be the sum of two and two, the misnumbered will demand diversity, equal distraction for subtraction, healing for division and mass multiplication. The only thing they find agreeable is your silence, except when silence speaks at too high a volume.

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Why? It is a simple question—really it is—three letters and a squiggly line. How much simpler can it get? And yet, no matter how many times you ask, you never seem to get a direct, honest, or heaven forbid, a straightforward answer. But being the cantankerous old curmudgeon that I have grown to resemble and though you may call me crazy, I will dare ask anyway: Why? Why won’t somebody, anybody, no one in particular explain to me why we have of a sudden turned into simpering wimps, wusses, milksops, and lemmings, too afraid (or are we just too stupid?) to say what is on our minds or to behave as if we once had brains but somewhere along the way have either relocated them somewhere dark south of the bulging beltline, cluelessly lost them like sleepy Jo Peep, or have forgotten how to use such a cleverly disguised instrument?

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I must apologize. Sincerely, I have said this before—so many times I no longer remember how often—but if the shoe fits … “Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, and expecting different results.” So, call them crazy, but anyone who “honestly” still believes the canard that repeated mass mandatory masking works to reduce the spread of the coronavirus, should be concerned for their mental health. Facts and data are seldom considered these days unless and until they have been cherry-picked to support the preferred narrative. Listen to the science, but only the science that supports the maskeradors agenda.

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To paraphrase Franklin Delano Roosevelt, yesterday is a day that may well live in tyranny for a long, long time. It is seldom that such tyranny is perpetrated on a free people, thank God for that; one must trust the injustice will soon pass from memory. There are questions never asked in need of answers never given. What once could never come has come to pass, seems never ending. Life goes on until it doesn’t, the flame of liberty slowly dying.

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Growing up in the fifties and sixties, I never understood tyranny, couldn’t wrap my mind around all the isms of hate (communism, socialism, fascism, nazism, cronyism, fanaticism, elitism, etc., etc.). Never understood the crucifixions of victimhood, the litanies of oppression, the rosaries of grievances, and the chains of cruel ignorance. I grew up poor, though never knew poverty of spirit; I grew up rich in all that mattered: family, friends, love, faith and God. Grew up wondering why any people would allow themselves to be so enslaved by bitterness and hate. Now I have begun to understand. Apathy, complacency, silent acquiescence and a willingness to believe the “experts” because … well, they are experts (in what, they seldom admit) after all … so, who am I to judge?

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Have you ever heard of the Allegory of the Cave? I suppose your answer may well rest upon what the meaning of an allegory is to you. An allegory is a literary device, typically a story or narrative used to illustrate or convey complex ideas and concepts in ways that are comprehensible, to make the difficult easier to understand; sort of like comic books with fewer pictures.

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Have you ever walked up on a rattlesnake? Have you ever looked into the eyes of a grizzly bear? Have you ever offered a hand to a crocodile? If you have, how did that experience work out for you? Seriously. The reason I ask is it seems to me, most people who have been confronted with something so deadly, so frightening—and live to tell about it do so recognizing the immediate danger and reacting in such a way as to remove themselves from the danger entirely or by mitigating the situation, like turning tail and running away, climbing a tree or shooting the varmint before it grabs hold of you. Sounds fair. But then, there is always the fool …

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Though not as frequently found in Scripture as is the word love, it is surprising to find the word “hypocrite” or “hypocrites” used thirty-one times—eight times in Job, once in Proverbs, twice in Isaiah, fifteen times in Matthew, once in Mark, and four times in Luke. Clearly, hypocrite is not used as a term of endearment nor a sign of deep, abiding respect for others. For those who might be guilty of hypocrisy but know not what it means, it is the practice of engaging in the same behavior or activity for which one criticizes another or the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one’s own behavior does not conform. In morality, it is the failure to follow one’s own expressed moral rules and principles. Does any of that sound familiar?

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I am literally under siege. Literally. I must confess I besieged myself with what some might call an addiction of the intellect. I am, I must admit well and truly addicted both of a tactile and of a mindful sense; what I suffer so grievously is that which has been identified as severe bibliophilism, a form of blatant bibliomania, aggravated by a euphoria caused by oversensitive bibliosmia. There is no cure, no vaccine, no palliative remedy; the only known preventive for further addictive behavior: an empty wallet.

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