If the eschatological fantasies of Christian evangelicals
were true and the Rapture which they for which they hope so they can go to
heaven without the transition of death out of their fear and lack of faith, not
accepting that they have to die in order to live, that nirvana is samsara, and
that damnation comes before salvation actually came, I’d have to say, Sorry, Jesus, my
friend, but if you take all of these, there will be no one to suffer with those
left behind, and besides, I’d rather laugh with the righteous sinners than sing
with the sanctimonious saints. I want to #carelikeademon and #fightlikethedevil.
Jesus, looking at me, winked with a smile, and told me that
removing all of these smug, self-righteous, priggish little shits who cling in
vain to their surety and their wealth for security as both weapon and shield
against the Other from the backs of those upon whom they look down was succour
for the suffering of their victims. Fuck
‘em if they can’t take a joke, he said behind his red mask as he took them away
to the sanctuary of a solitary confinement where they will be just as safe from
all that they fear and loathe as were the guests in Prince Prospero’s
abbey. If they miss the punchline, he concluded,
fuck them all.
Suddenly, Jesus stopped and turned back, saying, And Another
Thing...since Make America Gay Again and #LuciferSaved trended on Twitter the
same day, 15 June, henceforth world without end let that day be observed as
Save Lucifer Day. Or maybe I should say
Save Me, or rather Save Us, Day, since he and I, Lucifer and Jesus, are the
same person, melded together in an alloy like white gold, except that in an
alloy two separate metals unite to become one while he and I have never been
anything but.
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