From time to time the human race is swept away by destructive impulses more insidious than any remnants of human decency can withstand. It is relatively easy to count the dead: for example around 80 million people during World War II and one third of the population of central Europe during the Thirty Year’s War between the loving disciples of Jesus, in the 17th century. It is far more difficult to count the numbers of victims of human oppression, exploitation, state-sponsored injustice, hormone-driven crime and cruelty, and the endless miseries inflicted by pornographically naked greed.
We appear to be sliding down into the dark ages again, on a global scale, by a plague of yet immeasurable devastation. As before, the core of the destructive impulses appears to stem from the twisted, sick minds of men (and women) who have to prove their might as sexual or anti-sexual beings. Having lost any sense of personal dignity, all ethical regard for fellow human beings evaporates. Once we no longer have regard for the full rights and dignity of each living being outside of ourselves, we also have lost the ability to value our own humanity more than the quickly evaporating thrills of victoriously beating down the dignity others.
Soon we no longer listen to the cries, the fears, the pleading of those for whose suffering we are responsible, except as voyeurs, from a safe distance, as a confirmation of our prowess, our power, hoping for some edifice erected in honor of our twisted minds and bodies.
There is no reasoning with those who are on a rampage against others to escape the emptiness of their dead souls. On the contrary, as Hitler recognized so well, the less reasoning is permitted the more likely the masses will shout in unison “after us the Great Flood.” Kill or be killed, rob or be robbed, dismiss the humanity of all those around you or be dismissed as not only irrelevant but as the enemy.
There is no more humanity in sexual aggression, ruthless taxation, and global destruction in the name of profit and innovation than there is in cluster bombs (approved again, two days ago, by the US government) raining down on a children’s playground.
All will be well, of course, except for those who don’t know how to assert their rights to the pursuit of anxiously-aggressive ersatz erections. “For yours is the power and the glory. Amen.”
And then there is the quote from their sacred text – no, not their not-so-truthfull tax bill-to-victory – the other one, the one they keep swearing to with “… to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God!”:
“I tell you the truth: what you do to the least among you, you are doing to me!”
One could of course try to be kind, and shout to the heavens: “Lord, forgive them because they don’t know what they are doing,” (if only because they pass gas without the slightest idea of what they are, thereby, releasing into the environment).
But then some of us prefer not to share their religion or their protuberant sickness-unto-death.