The Holy Revenge

So. In the highly charged political arena we live in today. In the multi world of information, lies, and prejudice. What does it matter? My country believes one set of prepackaged trash. There's no proof for any of it. No debate. No honest dialog between respectful opponents. Just the eagle vomiting up bits of propaganda into the open, upturned beaks of the citizens. And no loyal opposition. No-one saying, Why is that? Why's that?

And me? Am I propagandized? Probably. We all believe according to our conditioning. Though I pride myself on not believing anybody, not 100%. Or disbelieving anybody 100%. It's the ones who are not certain that beg to hold off on hostility. To wait. To see. To talk and try to understand the other, the not-me, the different.

People express shock that the citizens of Germany allowed the NAZIs to take control and commit the atrocities of WWII. But how were they different from us? Where do we question? Where do we demand accountability and question what we are told? Where is our indignation at what’s being done in our names?

And the certain? Those who are sure of what they believe and what they know and what they want? God save us from the confident man. That's from the Bible. Proverbs, though paraphrased. A wise man feareth, and departeth from evil: but the fool rageth, and is confident. Proverbs 14:16.

God save us from the confident man. The one who's sure. The zealot. The damning demagogue pounding out his righteous indignation and calling out for justice. The horror of the self-possessed. The Holy revenge. God save us.