Now here we are. Just heard a video by Timothy Snyder and he said to be calm when the unthinkable happens. He also said that a failed coup is practice for a successful coup and we should stay calm and continue to speak about the world as it is instead of reiterate the lies coming from the top down.
We do not need to give this egotist our loyalty like he so desperately needs. He is wrong and he is only acting in his kingly manner with his sniffer pointed way up in the air because of lies, lots of lies. Strategic lies, manipulative lies, gentle little lies, lies that you want to tell your mother about, lies that you know will feather your bed forever, lies that roll off the tongue, the more absurd the better because there is a beauty in absurdity. That is what post-modernism is all about. Lies that will make you want to lay down and go to sleep.
Timothy Snyder says to don’t do it. The lies must be met with truth and truth has God’s imprimatur or Nature. It can be gone up against for only a very short time. Look at perhaps the second greatest writer in the English language, John Milton, and his masterpiece of heaven and hell Paradise Lost.
God is Bad, capital b. I envision a world down in Milton’s hell where up above you can see the light through the clouds, way in the distance and that is where you want to go if you are a devil, anywhere but here, but there you cannot go.
As I envision it there is lightning, the kind that Ronnie James Dio sung about, real evil lightning, once again God imposed through his sheer power and you know, if you are a devil, that you cannot defeat it, to do so you would have to lie, shape shift like the devil did in the Garden of Eden which Milton then also takes on in Paradise Lost.
Lies. Lies that are so good that it comes out smelling like blueberry pie on a black checkered table clothed table in Iowa in late spring. Lies that you know if you step on will yield and move and struggle to continue, to merely continue, lies stronger than that, but weak still, lies that will make others believe that you are God, lies that will make you look like God, lies that will make you feel like God.
But here is the rub: where is God in all of this? Oh, look, there, in the distance is the light once again, if you are a devil, and you can get to God and you can run, run, run and run to the light and then take off through your own beauty and power, your wings flying high above you, but there is Michael and over there Raphael and over there Gabriel and others, God’s friends, and because touched by God impassable and that is the saddest thing in the world, if you are a devil almost out of lies.
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