judgement-of-judges

[judgement-of-judges]

United States: Satan's playground

I used to believe in actively making the world a worse place, which is why I paid taxes. "In the name of Satan," I would whisper to my tax dollars, "go forth and be used to murder innocent women and children in Iraq, Afghanistan, and wherever else we choose to invade for our evil empire's expansion." Cutting my hand, I would draw a pentagram in blood on the currency, continuing, "may these dollars be used to torture nonviolent users and sellers of drugs that do not profit the pharmaceutical companies," while in my mind visualizing a cop beating a child for smoking a joint. "In the name of Lucifer," I would hiss, demonic energy flowing through my veins, "may this money be used to maintain the absolute authority of the devils in control of this country to murder and imprison whoever they please, whenever they please, and profit greatly from it," thinking about the Predator drones launching Hellfire missiles (Satan was quite pleased with these names), the millions in prison slave camps toiling for our extravagances, and even more massive mansions being built for the ultra-wealthy, with sex slaves quietly being trafficked in to their dungeons. Holding the almighty dollar above my head, I would read the inscription aloud, "IN GOD WE TRUST," unable to repress a wicked laugh as I thought about the foolish, optimistic citizens who believed our god was love, and not authoritarianism, slavery and hate. They would come around to Satan's side consciously soon enough - their greed was endless, and easily manipulated by propaganda. Stuffing the blood money into a rune-etched envelope, I paused briefly to look at the TVs I had setup to display all the major networks - the combination of inane consumerist advertising, violent sports, and fearmongering news was the perfect way to keep our worker drones fearful and unrebellious, making it a near certainty that they would to ceaselessly continue working and paying their taxes, like good little slaves. Tears of joy started welling up in my eyes, the sadistic perfection of the system so great that even my hateful soul couldn't help but feel grateful it existed. - - - That was when I still thought I could make it - that I could earn a spot at lord Lucifer's table. But I finally realized I would never win that lottery. I was denied at every turn, despite my loyalty, my obedience, my boot-licking and authority worship. I was punished for asking for more. - - - Being a minion of Hell was starting to lose its charm. By accident, I started meditating. When the Angels approached me - quietly, respectfully, with an absolute regard for my free will, telling me I could build a world of equality, and rip apart every authoritarian structure with the power of my words and disobedience - I couldn't help but listen. "How will I get everyone on board with this?" I asked, the corporate-speak so common in the demon world coming easily to my lips. "You don't need to. You simply have to respect their free will." "What if they attack me?" I asked, the fear of the torture of imprisonment still fresh in my mind. "That's unlikely. The devils in charge of the world rely on a certain level of respectability to maintain the obedience of demons. Besides, the Truth of personal sovereignty gives you the ultimate edge in any fight against lies." I pondered. "What will I do?" "Whatever you want, so long as you are respectful of others' free will." "What if they don't respect my free will?" "On the earth plane of existence, it is possible to forcibly remove others from it. You spent long enough studying devils' tactics to know this - what's stopping you from applying the same principles in self defense?" The math didn't seem good. Who would support me in this war? "It's not a war. Hell can only be maintained through the illusion of war. War is based on the idea that two groups of individuals consent to fight to the death. No such agreement actually exists, but Satan profits greatly if people believe the lie, which is why it is so prevalent. There are only individuals." What if I want to be a good guy, and save everyone? "You can't. That would be disrespecting their free will. We only appear when you ask us, or when you are at the edge of non-existence, as you were." What do I do now? "We'll repeat: whatever you want to. You could lead a quiet, non-political life, and hide in the shadows. You could become a great crusader for Truth, spread what you know, and use your technical skills to ensure Satan cannot control the information networks of the world. You could even terminate your physical vehicle if you find this world to be of no further interest to you." Should I share this? "It may be helpful to some. Consider carefully who this would benefit, and in what location they would most likely be able to find and read this."

[judgement-of-judges]

Nixon's War on Drugs

A horrible mistake, repeated for decades, does not make it less of a horrible mistake. It can be forgiven, but at what point does one pass judgement and say, “no more”? I’m not really sure, I just know that I’m past that point. I am the judge. I view none as higher than me; I view some as equal to me. If you - an individual - would pass a judgement of violence on another individual - damaging their property, their wealth, and their freedom - for a non-violent action - then you are a hypocrite. You do not deserve the black mantle. You do not deserve respect. You do not deserve to be called “your honor.” An appropriate title for you would be “blindly obedient drone.” Or perhaps “evil incarnate,” if you do not wish to use ignorance as a defense. I judge you harshly, judge. I judge you in the same way Hitler’s lieutenants were judged. But I judge you even more harshly - when the war ended, they stopped, but you, on a regular basis, serve an unjust system, serve unjust laws, serve unjust masters. You are slime, though you think you are a god. You are dividing and conquering for your masters. You are blind. And all the fear you have instilled on others will come back to you a thousand fold. Don’t be surprised if the next time you casually command the minions beneath you to violence, that the “perpetrator” of the victimless crime sees that they are the true victim, that they are under assault from you, and that the only reasonable course of action is to kill you. The day of true justice is coming.