Do you have the clarity of soul to tell hard truths from tempting lies?
Nothing warms my heart quite like the combination of guns and religion. Like peanut butter and chocolate, each sweet on its own, but together they create a flavor sensation unlike any other. Sometimes I like to get really high and dip a spoon in a jar of PB, then roll that spoon in M&Ms! Wash it down with a huge glass of chocolate milk. Amazing!
Even better is the melange of god and law, especially when we’re talking about our personal god, that little voice in the back of your mind that talks you through the day. I like that god, gives me confidence, ideas to write about, a close-minded surety that eliminates doubt.
Other times he gets a tad strange.
“Show the bus driver your dick!” “Seven beers makes you a better driver.” “You should kill yourself!”
Not very helpful, god.
Or is it Lucifer talking? Hard to tell, they both use my voice, talk over each other.
Gotta look to the bible for answers. Have you read the bible? I haven’t, but I got the general gist thanks to my Facebook feed.
“Throw a rock at that faggot!” God.
“Have pre-marital sex.” Lucifer
“Women are weak and stupid and the source of all sin.” God.
“Tattoos and meat on Friday are awesome!” Lucifer.
“Vote Trump.” God.
“Socialized medicine for all.” Lucifer.
Pretty straightforward stuff, until you consider that one of the bibles, I’m not sure which, was written by the Jews, back around the time they were busy burying fake fossils to deceive true believers. Confusing, until you remember that voice in your head is god, and ask him what he thinks, if there are any bible quotes that apply.
“And Jesus did appear before the gathered masses, and sayeth he unto them ‘If thou dost catch some motherfucker taking your shit verily thou must use thy shooting iron to shed his blood.'”
Interesting. I wasn’t aware there were swear words in the bible. I guess you learn something new every day.
Or do you?
The devil loves to lie, to play off your hubris and pride and that terrible self determination with which we’ve been cursed by the almighty creator. Can I trust my instincts? Do I have the clarity of soul to tell hard truths from tempting lies? Where can I turn? Who can I trust, if not myself?
Should I look to Dustin Barca for guidance? I may not love all his rhetoric, but I’m on board with most of his goals. I believe he truly cares, that his activism springs from a place of selfless regard for his fellow man. A tad rough and tumble, sure, but as yet unsullied by the small-town politics that pervade the Garden Isle.
If I had a wish, though, I’d wish he’d urge his brethren to turn to bow and arrow in the name of home defense. Not because guns aren’t cool, or because we have no right to own them.
I’d just rest a little easier knowing an arrow won’t penetrate my single wall home when a neighbor lets fly in the dead of night at whichever chronic is rifling through his garage.