illusionofjoy | Mirrored TSWP Entry - Monday, January 6, 2003

Stream of thought entry:

I hate you. You are not decent human beings. You claim to be good Christians - people who are one with Jesus Christ. I don't recall Jesus Christ ever hurting anyone. I don't recall Jesus Christ stealing from people and telling them that they would thank him for it later. I hate you. You are not decent human beings. Decent and upright people do not abuse their children. Decent and upright people do not hurt their offspring. Decent and upright people do not remind their daughters that they should have been sons. Decent and upright people don't lament about how terrible it is that an X beat a Y to the target. People with minds that operate with a modicum of logic do not wonder how their child turned out to be an artist when the rest of the family hasn't a creative bone in their bodies. People that have at least an ounce of common sense do not tell their children that they turned out wrong for wanting to be creative individuals. Caring parents do not hit their children for expressing an opinion of their own - oh, I'm sorry, I mean "talking back." Children should be seen, not heard in your myopic, right-wing little utopia, isn't that correct? Children should be allowed to fuck each other and the child that gets fucked gets punished, not the child that does the fucking - isn't that correct? You have no problem slapping an innocent across the face for calmly disagreeing. Why don't you lay a heavy hand upon me? I'll do more than calmly disagree in order to satisfy the twisted logic that would allow you to strike someone. I will voice my disagreement and outrage at what you view as proper from the tallest buildings and the highest mountaintops at the loudest volumes my lungs will allow. I will cry out about the injustices you have perpetrated to anyone who will listen and those who try not to. Then you can bring your vile hammer down upon me. Once the impact is made, I'll look at you and smile. My own demon will want to lurch forth and spill the filthy humours running through your wretched veins, but I will hold back. "Look at this," I will say, "look at my battle scar." I am not some innocent that you have beaten into submission. I am not some rag doll that you can throw to the dogs to be ripped to shreds for your sick amusement. I am the embodiment of righteous rage - a type that you will never be able to comprehend as you worship your plastic demagogues and bow to your personal evangelists. Have you any idea why morality truly means? Here's a hint: it doesn't mean stealing from your child's paycheque and telling them that your theft of their hard work is for their own good. What is it? $5 at 10-1 on Luckyboy is it? Oh, it's going into a savings account? What saving's account? How sure are you that your child will thank you later for your theft? If you had any morals, you'd understand why you deserve to be put where you've been put for the crimes you've committed. It's not hell, but it's close enough as you pollute this mortal coil with your continued existence. You are not decent human beings. I hate you. Your punishments for the sins you have committed - both named and unnamed - can not come soon enough. May the God you profess to believe in damn you all for eternity!