“(redacted) said that she felt gods presence next to her when she was in bed.. she knows that jesus watches over her. And he helped save her life. Whoops”
“You should dress up as him (Jesus) when you see her.”
The humour of rapists.
Men close to power. Men of power. Government and the wealthy class. Those in academia. The elites of society. Those who are powerful because millions of armed agents of government make them so.
Millions of ordinary people, citizens, who believe in the hierarchies of coercion and ensured through gatekeeping, believe in the church of government so long as their hands are fed more welfare, more jobs funded by coercive extraction, people who have to believe in the system. The ordinary and elites alike, who claim it can be investigated, again, reformed, again. Until the next gaggle of rapists, extortionists and murderers ascend.
The gods that sit in the thrones, never believed in it like the commoner does. The gods ascended because they understood it existed to be utilised, climbed. They are powerful because they rose above the ranks of the common person and rested on the shoulders of zealots and mercenaries, equally in the service of governments and institutions. Lower down, most know that failures are promoted, politics is rewarded above competency, honesty and dignity are shunned and suppressed, grift makes money more than honest work.
The gods see genocide as a land deal.
They see a young female, tethering on womanhood, the green youth of childhood as sweet nectar for their tastes, a commodity. A piece of flesh. Fuck chattel to be taken and discarded.
Yet, YOU have to believe in the system. You have to love government. You can not imagine a world without it. You need it. Funding comes from debt, taxation. Theft sold as a benevolent act of redistribution, rather than as a mechanism of control and punishment and a means to fun wars and schemes that suit a monopoly. Justifies it.
If only the gods were saints, then it would all work out. Just wait, vote again, reform some more, Tax! Regulate! Coerce harder! It will work this time, next time, Utopia is so close on the horizon, if only we crawl across the bones of the innocent, the sweat of the extorted and the blood of the raped and murdered. The laws and taxes will set us all free, in this Utopia!
The gods love you for it. They rule because of it. They are above it all, above you.
Dress as Jesus to fuck with her. As you fuck her. No idea how old she is. It’s unlikely she really wants to be there.
Does it matter to most? The reality most income is based on, the belief in it, is founded on coercion. The monopoly on violence is all a government is, It will murder, kidnap and beat any one who defies it. The trade off is that it provides order, stability, infrastructure. These are the things it provides to legitimise it’s existence. The social contract that no one signed, but was born to suffer. That’s the myth, the lie the gods need to reign.
Walk into the Canberra war memorial, see those foreign names, home grown martyrs to be revered as saints in a necropolis dedicated to violence. The blood sacrifice of glory, pride and nation. Over there. Killing then. Over there. The Unknown Soldier, a revered emblem, for all warriors, the tip of a nations pride, the empires blood sacrifice. What did he die for, nothing found in Washington, D.C. Nothing found on Epstein Island, he did for the things inside of his own mind, his own heart. A sacrifice in the end for them, over there, killing and dying, far from home, for them.
Manifest destiny? Breathing room? Gods Will? The White man’s burdern? The Nakba’s? Exterminate first, then land develop. Investment, jobs, gentrification above the dead. That’s how civilisations are built.
Freedoms erode. What can you do? What are you allowed to ingest into your own body? What can you view? What can you say? Are you a child, under the guise of an insecure and obsessed parent? Or, are you both a cog in the mechanism of a system that needs flesh to function, to tax, as armour should another government threaten, to validate it’s power. You are a subject beneath human gods. Flawed, immoral, ambitious and cruel. But subjects love their gods, they must, or the gods do not thrive.
Remember. Never forget. Such words were muttered as the death camps were opened up. The pale, skinny bodies of the survivors, days from death trembled with each breath, a piece of bread dangerous to their starving stomachs. That genocide was legal. Codified by a government and it’s allied governments. Lawyers and academics convened to rationalise the mass murder. It was a rationale built on exceptionalism, hatred. Policy. A job program. The killers were ordinary men, who believed in adventure and benefit to themselves. Gods made it possible, in that case a father figure of their fatherland, a great leader for the cult of race and nationhood.
Gulags and purges, mass starvation, mass murder, torture, rape all for the collective good. A scientific utopia devised from the minds of imperfect planners, tinkering with human life, academics and engineers deploying slaves for a planned economy of starvation and scarcity. Not for the gods, not for those who are more equal. Comrade leader, comrade gods each rose above and ascended even as the slavery and mass death was because of the proclamations of socialist egalitarianism.
And, should children be blown to pieces in the jungles of South East Asia, across a border it was an ‘illegal’ and ‘secret’ war. On the other side, it was a legal and open war. The innocent died beneath the bombs of the same air force. The illegal war meant as much as the legal one. Semantics to further rationalise the government. No president flew the bombers. Just men, eager to serve and kill. Thousands dead. The bombs fell regardless of legal or otherwise. It never mattered. Except for the murdered.
We can see children’s bodies falling to pieces as they are pulled from rubble, does it matter if it is in Gaza, Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, Vietnam, Cambodia? To the grieving it always matters. To those, who lover government, there is nothing it does which can make them question it’s legitimacy. Religion has that power. It’s an infection of dependency which erodes morality and ensures loyalty, based on coercion and dependence. And reward.
What is more horrific than seeing a child burned to pieces, skin, bone, clothing melted into a disfigured mess, mouth frozen from screaming in pain during their final moments. To an American do they care if it was there government? To an Israeli, a Russian, a Briton? The policy makers made a decision and their uniformed warriors must act upon it. This is an understood reality. Its reasoned, rationalised. Academics give lectures on it. Legal documents are printed in the blood of such victims. Careers are made.
Is it any wonder that those who sit at the very top are capable of such sexual sadism? They would find a humours bravado to share it via a Gmail exchange? Most love them, or at lest reason with their power because of money, debt. It’s all debt now. Barely cash, certainly not sound. Meaningless now, based on belief, all our belief. Debt. To be paid back when? Never? Inflation, tomorrow? How? Debt, to buy things most don’t want or need. More landfill? To indulge into vices mostly there to numb and forget our days? Days spent in jobs most don’t love, for debt. To buy things to make the time lost and energy spent seem worth it? The older we get, the less horizons we have to climb towards, more are behind us. Time is more important, moments and yet, we now give that away for debt. That’s the magic of the gods.
Is it any wonder those who would benefit financially and as the status of elites above such a system, such nations that they would see an innocent girl, or woman with such dismissive disdain. To these gods of power it’s simply masturbation. To her, it’s her whole life.
The gods maybe incapable of changing how they think. Their subjects however, have no excuse.
